My eyes

Wounded, battered , confused and spaced out human beings who are commonly called – ‘outcasts’ by healthy members of the society seek refuge in nature connecting with the universe waiting to be taken back.  Beautiful souls who have never meant to exist in this word are forced in to human bodies.

They are born 

They exist 

They learn 

They embrace the beauty of life in an exentric way not understood by specialists

They die 

They are free again. 


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