Wanderlust or For NOLA

My heart glows when I think about where I can actually see the stars when I look up at the sky.

Where I can lay naked in the grass drinking Orangina/Wine/Sweet Tea with a smile on my face.

I can escape into the folds of these stars. It smells like the ocean. The salty sweet air raising me out of the abyss. To think I had grown accustomed to the layer of dust surrounding my city! I belong under these stars. They’re waiting for me to come home.


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