Leaving Australia

Leaving Australia

It all is way too surreal, I hate writing in airports/on planes, it always feels cliché and a trashy time to reflect on something so WORDLESS. I listened to Womack and Womack and Black Keys in the car ride here, Sunni and Julian came over at 8AM and we left at 8:30. I hope when I go back I will have the strength to keep up these articulate, beautiful connections and hopefully find such unique, special individuals in NY.

Your eyes are voids. Spiraling but stern and solid. Spinning, shaking.

You are sunshine rays that have set me free.