Travel Journal | Isolation

Photo taken at Florence

 

 

The odds are stacked against our love

I'm always waking up when he is sleeping still

The catalyst

I know I plummet to the depths

With no reasoning, one reason was

The birds singing, I curled in a ball

And thought of you and all you meant

I'll compose myself, I'll get over it

 

Though I can't tell if this is better

 

To be left another lesson learned

Learned

Learned

Learned

 

Music Mood

♫ Daughter | Isolation ♫

Done