An incurable need or desire to travel. The story of my life, told in pieces. The things I choose to share that fall out of my head. The places I go, the wishes I want to make public. Here's to love.
It stings when it’s nobody’s fault, ‘cause there’s nothing to blame at the drop of your name. It’s only the air you took and the breath you left
—John Mayer, Split Screen Sadness
Hey mama, don’t want no drama, just a kiss before I leave. Hey lady, don’t say maybe, you’re the one that I can believe. Hey lover, don’t want no other finger for my ring.
Secrets.
Inside of my brain, rolling around, poking at me. Some things may be better left unsaid.
