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.