Day thirty three.

This is my youngest cousin. I went to visit my family yesterday and took some pictures of him and his brother, so I'll be posting them here today. Tell me your thoughts please

Day twelve.

You went where the horses cry, you've never taken that way with me before. Did you feel the need for change? Guilt smeared across your lips, I was tired and cold from the window. You're tired, nothing's changed.

Day six.

Yes, how many years can a mountain exist before it's washed to the sea ?
Yes, how many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free ?
Yes, how many times can a man turn his head pretending he just doesn't see ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind.