my surroundings fill the canvas i carry on my sleeve- a melted snowman,a broken step, a torn suit are all images we've come into contact with in our life. i abuse these like ammunition to rifle, fuel to vehicle and wings to soar. we are limitless and timeless in thought- write on
Friday 2 March 2012
bus ride
Rolling through the hills of Colombia- where mountains kiss the clouds and the streets scream life. Our bus sways to the vibrant salsa. Let it rain!
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