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When our eyes are broken in two,
When our hearts melt into one,
When our souls split apart,
When our selves mend to one,
When our unicorn is born,
And when our multiverse merges,
That is when moon will hang its head low,
That is when all serenades will be sung,
That is when this heart of yours will burn,
That is when this fairytale will end,
That is when this reality falls in recluse,
And that is when our dreams will haunt this oblivion.

I Am A Lone Traveler

This image converges my paths I have taken at each turn of time in my life. A rogue, a vagabond, a perpetual traveler that I have become. I hate it and I love it for what I have in my hands and in my heart, not much that I have seen the world of men. Everything is one, I try relentlessly to detest this notion, unconvincingly though. Where will this path lead? Where will it end? Or where will it begin? I try to look for answers in simple objects in forms of stones I stumble across; I pick them up, keep them, value them, and give them a piece of me. I am no one, I am them. My benches, will always be empty.

Image taken near Váh River in Piešťany, Slovakia.