April 1, 2019
A Love Letter to Florida
Florida, you know I love you. But I can't do this anymore. This time I'm really leaving you. I know it's not the first time I've said it I'm going for good
Florida, you know I love you. But I can't do this anymore. This time I'm really leaving you. I know it's not the first time I've said it I'm going for good
Florida, you know I love you. But I can't do this anymore. This time I'm really leaving you. I know it's not the first time I've said it I'm going for good
I am an easygoing traveler. I'm always up for an epic adventure of course, but gimme a coffee shop and a bookstore and I'm good. I'm also bit of a snob about those things
I was asleep in bed, embraced by a thick duvet and too many pillows when I heard it---the familiar sound of the storm siren. Distant but powerful. It's strange, but I find this sound comforting. I like the dissonant drone, like a chord that never rounds