Watering the Word, Hoping for Bloom
A girl kneels on a damp city wall, watering the word 'LOVE' in red line art with a tiny can. The rest is black and white — cold, clean, silent. The heart is gone. Only the word remains. Still, she waters it. Not belief, not passion — just the quiet act of care. In a world that forgets, she refuses to stop hoping. Love isn't alive. But she treats it like it could be.
Rodeyo
