south beach - 03.2014
for someone that can’t swim, i absolutely love the beach. weird right?
before i die, i’d love to visit as many beaches as i can.
next stop - spain - summer 2014.
people have been constantly asking me whether i feel old or not - for the most part i don’t.
there was a point in time where i thought someone in their 30s was an ancient relic.
i think my current state of being has much to do with self contentment + an optimistic outlook for the future.
say for instance, if there was a tsunami tomorrow and i was to die drowning [since i don’t know how to swim], i think i’ve lived a spectacular 33 years and i’d gladly accept my tragic fate.
this never gets old
2013 ranks pretty high in my book
vibrant sights + everlasting aromas from my journey haunt my mind
i yearn for more in 2014.
Okay, we didn’t work, and all memories to tell you the truth aren’t good. But sometimes there were good times. Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep beside me and never dreamed afraid.
There should be stars for great wars like ours."