Take me

It’s only when I’m a bundle of nervesthat I laugh with my heart’s contentand worry, like I’m stuck in some past… somewhere in between mixed realities…the sweet surrender of colors that mimic the faint tints of my heartand echoes of music where the source can’t be foundThese moments twirl me back into a teenagerwhose eyesContinue reading “Take me”

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”