No letting go

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’s

Sun god

Sometimes everything becomes so difficult, and you feel weak and lonely. But the sun has a marvelous way of shining on you, smiling zenfully at you, holding your hand, and picking you up.