Runway bound. Playing catch up with my childhood and all that feels right. There's something about Palm Beach that separates me from all of this... in the most positive of ways. Sometimes I'm more than sure that heaven will feel the same as I felt with my best friend there in Old Port Cove. I'm living just to get back to my best friends.
Meanwhile, Carolina eyes leave me with a smile that burns without her near. So I tied my hands together just to bring her back safely.Trading coasts for the holidays, and maybe hearts upon return. Everything about me right now ends up in "now whats?" The truth is, I worry about her more than myself.
"Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss." -Joan Didion
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