Lost Doesn’t Mean Your Lost
After Reese was kicked out of the town for speaking out about it’s corruption. He decided to leave with nothing but his two wheels that could take him anywhere. He left when the moon traded places with the sun and petaled all throughout the night. Reese was determined to stumble across a community of genuine people, surrounded by love and open honesty. He wanted something new to look at, something abstract and beautiful. As dawn made its way back around, Reese was in awe of the beautiful portrait illustrated across the horizon. The slight misty fog surrounding his legs and the fading of the night sky blending with the sun’s peak. As he rode by admiring the sky’s beauty, he noticed a group of people building some type of structure. Reese’s face grew a wide smile when seeing that group of people working together as one. It deeply resonated with his core, that was all Reese dreamed of having.