Braved the reef and broke the spell, drove home to the moon trading places with the sun, found redemption in a paperback, more kissing less talking, music sweet music, the confessions were told, we left changed forever, i threw my dress to the line and napped in the sun, making your arm fall asleep to the rhythm of my slumber, happiness is a fleeting song

The only way she could satiate the feeling of lonely was to press pen to paper, when this was lost to her, she had only an island which she was sentenced to, she wished more than anything she could come and go, for the mundane routines however comforting, never suited her, she felt much more at ease with the presence of passion, new surroundings, sincere words, moving trains, picturesque backdrops. Wanderlust.

The Greats

I have a deep belief that those who shun the ones who follow their hearts, are the ones who have never experienced something you know so deeply within your truth that it cannot be denied. And if you deny it, your heart will keep reminding you.