It exists, this reality of riding on the back of a motorbike with someone intangible weaved of fabricated thoughts existing in the realm of dandelion puffs a belief that this is eternity that the purpose of life itself has been catered around simply holding you in my arms and that life is now complete there’sContinue reading “Zenith of all realities”
Lowlands that stay flat and go nowhere Fields of yellow grain that flood with shallow, sparkling waters Feelings that linger, barely touching Dreams, like transparent images Inconceivable echos surround And I just cannot Seem to exist in your world
She can only be so open with someone who loves her so So when he feeds her this love, she loves in return Giving back each ounce of it, giving more than what she can give To keep him alive and breathing; knowing that she is his sole purpose his newfound religion, his reason, hisContinue reading “The only way to exist”
In the morning I see you in a whole new light. I sense you with a dream-like feeling in a surrounding that echoes faraway birds, where you’re looking away. This is a special place where you exist; sitting and reading alongside a line of Japanese sakuras in a Brazilian rain forest, where Indian elephants roamContinue reading “Line of sakuras”
The only thing that’s real is my body onto yours, bound together, deeply lost in some mist. Everything else is made up, nothing else matters, nor exists.