RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Wandering, roaming around with no specific destination in sight.
Walking in jagged lines of reprieve, searching for people to believe in - have faith in.
A fruitless search while on earth because we are all only human beings, unable to find our soul mates.
Only God can fill that simple abyss.
Eerily careening into pathways of others, never having the ability to settle down and be at peace with one another.
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