Timing is Everything

I’m not supposed to be on this planet, well I am, but not right now. So I escape this badly-timed disaster through music, gestures and nature. 

 My soul is liberated to move with the sounds of the world, to run with my thoughts and dance with other lost souls, until the time is right.

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