k-i-mm-i-e

Pen and paper and a smile to remember, centuries of misplaced love and a search that does not end. a thousand writings a million questions... Painting a picture of peace in the exterior of a war tank, on the mountains and in the rivers, looking for a celestial touch. not angels nor demons, not lions nor lamb, just the souls that search every where to find themselves, who guards over you, who guards over me... Who guards over all of us on earth? The search continues until we remember, realize or acknowledge that our brother, is ours to watch over and to love, for in the end we are our brother's keeper as we are one and the same just