St. Thomas is a beautiful island, filled with colors and harmonies of birds, fish, and wildlife. My week here has been nothing but relaxing and sunkissed beauty. Here’s to new travels, new places, and new experiences. After all, adventure is out there!
We had a way of acting drunk without ever actually being it. There was just something about you, I think. Something that made my pupils dilate and my skin warm with beads of sweat that dotted my cheeks like staccato love notes. Maybe it was your bluebird kisses and honey speckled skin, or the alchemy that made you forever young, my love.
Carry me away on Orion’s belt and let me slow dance on the rings of Saturn, melting ice like whiskey fire. They can have my insecurities, the flaws, the darkness that the sky’s soul holds. I am building pyramids above the horizon – some sort of eternity that will hold time still and guide the hands of ticking tower clocks to Neverland.