The art of being alone
It was never the plan am I half or whole along these pathways I endlessly stroll see in endless beauty possibility... time can be cruelty arguably but hours seem years to me searching for truth they say life is easy in life of youth I opened my heart I opened my mind I gave my all yet I am left behind
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billyc
I live out in the bush veld away from society. I love art, writing songs and poetry, photography and music... and mindfulness. I feel a good way to free your soul of obstacles and uncertainties, and basically anything in life, is to express yourself...
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