revolutionartist

Wandering next to windmills I can see that there is hope alive everywhere. I walk down streets filled with little streams, taking the time to take off my shoes and feel the cold waters moving over my skin.

Life is beautiful as my hands move beneath my lovers skirt. We stand in front of a church watching the sun stream through its stain glass windows.

We bike through the countryside, moving freely from town to town on our own power. I watch silent flowers bloom through the cracks and smile.