I like the feeling of freedom. I love it when things are bare. A face without any make-up, the natural color of wood, the colorless clarity of the water, the honesty and purity in the eyes of a child. For me, freedom is when you can walk bare-naked around the house, when you can dance around the music you love, knowing that nobody will judge you, and more importantly, knowing that you don’t give a damn about judgments and criticisms. I love it when people bare their souls to me, and almost instantly, I reciprocate. For what could be more beautiful than two naked souls talking to each other? I find truth in that. Maybe the world needs truth now more than ever.


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