Twas the night before San Diego, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; the carry-on is packed by the door with care, in hopes that tomorrow’s flight would soon be there. Her parents were snug in their beds, while visions of 5 days without their adult daughter danced…
Tag: poetry
I’ll be fine
I have been dabbling in poetry / song writing lately. I am not sure I am any good though, but I thought tonight when I am feeling lonely I might as well jot down some ideas since I am a little buzzed and won’t remember tomorrow… Submerge and Resurface Blood boiling Jumping in head first…
