Soo homeless person walks up to me and with marble face twisted by envy and pain that life has put on his shoulders, he calmly asks me for directions to a certain place, of course i can’t recall what he was asking… because that what he said next shocked me to the deepest corners of my still young but roten body – ”I am not looking for a place, but for directions to my lost soul, they have stolen it from me”… after that i reaped over and over to my self there is no greater evil than person to himself, but i learned my lesson, i must get lost first so i can find my self, only then homeless dreams can settle in and my journey can’t end without any adventure, that still is waiting for me.
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Thank you for your words…
Thanks for visiting me recently. Your blog seems to touch on some pretty deep topics. I’ve enjoyed browsing…
This post is haunting and thought-provoking. Very powerful.
Thank you ;]
What kinda thoughts it provokes, i wonder? ;]