▲ 0 ▼ March 8, 2018 at 6:57 am Stephanie St. John says: Contemplating, he stood stoically and whispered…
Losing oneself in life’s convoluted pathways.
The trees whispered. I foolishly listened.
Into the woods i go to lose myself and find my soul
Hallowed in the boughs of nature.
At the end, he found freedom.
Contemplating, he stood stoically and whispered…
Far too often, depression overwhelmed him.