In the beginning there were men, mere mortal souls, consumed by desires, pain, the agony of being ordinary.
Simple, how life works, u live, u die, u get up, u lie down, however in the simplicity of life lies the intricacy of it.
Intrigue, deceit, hate, surrounds us, fills the air around and yet we have the drive which pushes us, towards the horizon.
I am not the one, for I do not intend to be.
There and back again
