Searching for the inner me. Almost there. Praying, at least, that I am almost there. I can smell it, in the air. Really.
Went out on an aluminum canoe with my cousin and a friend, a brother, I never thought I’d see. Ah, the bliss of fate. And nature, the soothing compass of time. Nothing to calm us more. The sound of subtle water drops, gliding off the paddles; into the darkness.
True beauty, emanates from the simplest of virtues, created by God. As simple as science; a lake of sand.
Ignorance is convincing yourself of what isn’t true.
who knew freedom would be such a struggle
I think the world is intended to be the way it is because it is the only way that the story will be perfect.