I want to live simply;
And enjoy the small things in nature.


-When I invision my idea of a perfect life...
I see us; running through wheat fields hand in hand.
For no reason other than to feel the tickle of grain
As it brushes against our sun kissed calves.


I see dark, rolling clouds dominate the sky
And they weep for the tragic reality we live in.
But as you look at me
With raindrops sliding down your eyelashes
I know that we can be detached from actuality
Together.