I would give up the life of an ancient oak, tear myself into something new to be the match that starts the fire that keeps you warm, to feel the touch of your hand as you give my life purpose for

one

bright

moment

The waves of you crash above me, the beautiful destruction of throwing yourself at the rocks; the tow drags me back down into the depths, deeper into you but further from your glory.

Life’s many paths and each twist and turn along the way

Silly old cars ft. me and my dad