Woke up and found the same baggage I’ve been carrying since that fateful day of the last decade. Once upon a time, I just had it all. Somewhere, in the passing present, I lost it all. The Emptiness …
Looking at the snow-peaked golden mountains and the texture of solid rocks and greens. Isn’t it a treat to the eyes? As if they have some stories to share every moment they pass by. These spectacular views have always won…