Walking Without A Destination
With no destination in mind, im just walking, thinking to myself about everything in life, Soul searching, looking for that point and meaning, eluding all of us for the better or worse parts of our lives, how distracted we can be, by the seemingly simple, ideas that manifest, when a creative minds at its best putting to test what’s been learned through a self taught love and passion for, something more than a pastime, a way of life, this is what it is to those who’ve given their lives to what they enjoy
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