▲ 2 ▼ May 15, 2017 at 9:29 am Natalie Isvarin-Love says: He realized that solitude wasn’t loneliness.
Water–it gives and takes away.
Fine line between living and drowning
He realized that solitude wasn’t loneliness.
He walked alone one last time.
he came here one last time
Five years, perpetual winter. She’s gone.
Where has that bloody dog gone
Lonely? I am never really alone.
Dreary world, rough waters, weary soul.
The gray world matched my soul.
Looking pure water