Zenith of all realities

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”

The only way to exist

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”