See through me,
See through my eyes,
As I walk, barren and free,
Away from all of these lies.
What is true? What is not?
I have not a clue.
In search of it, I wander through lands,
Braced by bandits and Madmen,
Driven By the want for Power and money.
Where is truth?
Hidden in Virgin-forests or Fogged Mountains?
Beneath the Rocks of a Mystique hill?
The farther one travels,
The Less one knows.
For the truth is in your heart.
Photographer – Aarthi Shankaran.