learning to be still

i miss the simplicity of a life full of intricate plans, never time to think too hard, to read between lines that don't exist. i miss spain, all of its adventures, its corners, its people, its golden late night glows. even though my spirit was so wilted. i miss tallahassee. everyone there.

we're all in this dance.

i need my song to change.

i am not without hope, only throwing my mountains & giants into the sea. i know what comes out of times like these. these are my streams in the desert.