Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Present.

I’ve been lost since my very first day here. Who are you? Which way does the wind blow? What is my place? Why do I need love? How did we get here? When will we disappear? Would you go back to the start? Will you manage through the years?

I'm chasing shadows. 

The miracle of being alive is worthy. Avoid these questions. Carry on. 

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