Babba blog

We are underwater swimming with the current without falter. Later after we found two whales, We dwelled underwater for hours after discovering we no longer need air when love is all we have to share.

At night we close our eyes and when we open them we're on a plane, we don't know how we got here or what we did before but we kick open the plane door and then we fall through the skies, we blink and now we're in a mansion in disguise. Don't ask why, because the best part about dreaming is that you don't know you're dreaming.

How does one simply unlock his poetic emotion? I always imagine an ocean to clear all my thoughts and let them flow by with time but the process is running slow. I don't know why but maybe my emotion is just being shy.

Without you I'd feel lost in the lonely cold, you are the one and only I want to hold closely

I want you to imagine me with you sitting on top of a lighthouse watching the sunset and I say to you... I love you.

When the clouds pour in and surround me I look around and down at my feet and see a sailboat on the pacific coast and ask myself "Is this a dream? Or is this real?" Man knowing I'm walking on air is so surreal.

Picture this

When kids grow up they move away, When I grow up I lose all my leaves and move on.

A needle burning cold in my heart

Circle me and the needle moves gracefully back and forth, If my heart was a compass you'd be north.

The higher the sky, The higher we can fly.