It's not about blood,"says Lucius. "It's about who you shareyour life with.Where you feelyou really belong.
Family, Belong
Strange, isn't it?" he asks."Where life takes you and how much can change.
Life, Strange, Change
I walk the city, through its crush of people and its smells:body odour, rotting food, vomit and urine. A cocktail of oppression and freedom.
People, Freedom, Walk
Stella scribbledin thick black textaacross half the pagesof my best storybook,filled with people who venturedwhere their hearts took them.Beautiful worlds beyond mine.
People, Beautiful, Hearts
One more year and I will be closer to wherever I'm going.
Future