Sanda_77: Looking for freedom
Sanda_77: On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for?
Sanda_77: Journey of self-discovery
Sanda_77: Stepping out of the past
Sanda_77: Attachment
Sanda_77: It’s easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again...
Sanda_77: Walking on by
Sanda_77: I can hear echoes of ghosts of love we left behind
Sanda_77: The Solivagant
Sanda_77: Turning Endings into New Beginnings
Sanda_77: Halfway to nowhere
Sanda_77: Carrying the burden of the past
Sanda_77: I am not I
Sanda_77: Behind me: the unknown; Before me: the secret
Sanda_77: Going my own way
Sanda_77: The scream
Sanda_77: Sometimes there's no time to run away
Sanda_77: Touching infinity
Sanda_77: Soul free
Sanda_77: Dreadful dream
Sanda_77: Moving to the same rhythm
Sanda_77: Strangers to this world
Sanda_77: Exploring around on my own
Sanda_77: Seemingly frozen in time
Sanda_77: Doing away with memories of the old self
Sanda_77: Farewell till we meet again
Sanda_77: Forever I shall be a stranger to myself
Sanda_77: The time always comes to slip away...
Sanda_77: We are temporary arrangements