nosequiensoy

soflaaa

I'm a troubled soul. I'm nothing and everything, the breeze that blows the trees that drop the leaves and nothing more, or less. Trying to figure things out in a world that can't be explained in smarts, in numbers or equations, there will always be questions that have no tangible answers here in real time. So I'll search for them elsewhere. In the smiles of children, or the tears of the broken. They have to be somewhere.