Existence; sometimes mundane-unless you attempt to see the world through anothers eyes, often melancholy- so expect to cross paths with others footprints, always unpredictable- but dont stop moving forward
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Does it make a sound?
"So lonely I could curl up and die." Is what the deer said as he intently set his eyes upon the blinding light of clarity
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