Detroit — We were in this moment, nothing really made sense and nothing really mattered. We loved ourselves unconditionally, accepted ourselves unconditionally. We had no worries about yesterday or tomorrow. A...
I think my life should be a cartoon. I would always have a happy ending.
When you are in the perfection of the moment nothing has to make sense nothing really matters.
An old auto driver, leads his passenger to the destination, as the roads ahead stretch. He yet, doesn't give up.