Photographic words. The everyday with the not-so-routinely stuff that makes life – LIFE


March 2017

I fly

And I fly away, with no one to hold me back or anyone to ask me to stay back.

 I will fly where there is clear endless sky and no memories, happy or sad. 

I fly where there is no right or wrong, no purity or impurity. 

I fly where there’s no choice to be made. Where the heart sits in the driver’s seat, not taking directions from mindless mind. 

I fly free, from me. 


The drop

You took me up to the moon

Only to drop me from the skies

And I am still falling 

Along with the raindrops of my tears

Waiting for the final thud. 

Keep Traveling

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