Let us sit in that plank of wood,
And sail it to the place
Where the sun sets
Because it’s hard to breathe here,
With dreams disappear-
ing to what they call life.
Pokhara, July, 2015.
And sometimes, all you need is a moment to pause your busy life.
Pokhara, July 2014
Temporary guitar. Temporary room.
My friend J, finally brought his guitar for me so that I could tackle one of my resolutions. And it is beautiful than I expected it to be, the wooden body making it look more vintage than it already is. Hopefully, I can do it. Wish me luck. 🙂
All you need to do is stare at the horizon to know that the world we live in is beautiful. Just like us.
I thought poetry on the cover would be cool. It wasn’t as cute as I thought it would be though.