The Journey Shared

May 3, 2015
A path unwinds, travelling through concrete paths, and stepping across the mechanical rivers. The metal devices creates his strange roar as you cross over the stepping stones laid by another person.

To be gratified by the situation that calls. Red, Yellow, Go. Stop.

Your mind sets off another trigger.




What is it saying
what is it doing

A journey unfolds

A tale is told

Words from another

We speak as if we were one
We like brothers.

~Medici Cruz

The Journey Shared

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s