What is the meaning of our existence? Really? Are we born to be slaves to societal bonds that are enforced into our beings or are we meant for more? I mean, we spend our lives toiling away at school or work or our personal lives, but is this what humanity is meant to be? The truth is, I don’t know.…
I capture it all from the memories to the storms I snap everything be it night or day it comforts me to know I can go back when I can’t living vicariously through my own rosy lens I capture it all from the sobs to a hug’s warmth because it’s a blessing to know that someone out there belongs I…