I call him a silly sausage sometimes, but then there are times I can see and everything intensely. Inspired, to write with closed eyes, it’s what I do to give, a part of my soul to the ones I love and I have so much things to believe in and I am aware of it.
To the devotion of him and to the Earth. It’s the existential question; What is the most important thing here; Happiness, love; end the end nothing else matters.
All these words so soft that we seek so hard, all these things which are so subjective, but so essential to life. These words, these things, I seek after, making life better, making us better.
While hoping to catch up one day, landing this call of love, Who from the depths of my soul is released, to the one that knows all that I want him to know.