I always have the heaviest head, so much so that even in a sort of paradise with the sea whispering in my ear, I just can’t seem to fall asleep. So, instead of laying in bed with a racing mind, I stepped out to our room’s balcony to do some moon bathing and to lend an ear to the sea. Even while masked by clouds, the moon’s beams manage to cast a soft silver light upon my freshly tanned skin. The humid air is thick, playing with my hair and leaving salt on my sealed lips. I can see sudden strikes of lightning dancing on the distant purple of the sea, who’s faint whisper has turned into a rolling roar as she struggles to pull herself up onto the earth, grasping pale sand that slips past her white hungry fingers like secrets through parched lips. The moon casts down, causing the sea to reach out, and the air holds so much bitterness that you can taste it. I could sit here forever. It’s beautiful here.

Tonight I went to my bestie’s apartment for a girl talk sesh that consisted of us laying in her bed lamenting over our current personal lives and ended with us laughing until we were actually crying… ya know, the usual.   I love having the best girl around to listen to all of my dumb worries & to always laugh at my even dumber jokes.   Bestie,  I love you <3