DC was in full bloom as my feet met pavement- the sides of the road littered with powder pink petals. i was somewhere i had never been before, my hummingbird heart aflutter, fire in my eyes. home is wherever you want it to be. some days that place is a strangers couch, a craft beer over conversation. some days that place is a forest in south carolina with little more than my best friend, a head full of dreams and a camping stove. some days that place is today, some days its tomorrow. love is curious, love is fleeting, love is rare. some days its a new city, a stranger you smile at on the street, some days its waking up in a strange place and getting found instead of getting lost. sometimes love is cherry blossom kisses and cheap wine. sometimes you tangle your soul with anothers and realize that your stars have aligned. today i drink fondly to memories of summer storms and first kisses. i daydream of his eyes one last time- the place i called home for so long... today begins a new chapter, and i am not afraid.
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 19:08:02 +0000
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