The sound of wind gently running through the palm trees

I love them, palm trees, they always make me feel like home. I´m brought back to California and I remember myself. It’s beautiful to be reminded of me. For a second there I thought I lost her, maybe I even did. I tried to drown her in the sea of guilt and hatred and maybe I did. Rest in piece, girlfriend, I will always remember you when I see the beach and fly to California. I hope you swim in…



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Have an amazing day! Making this somewhat of a journal blog about what goes on in my head and cannot express otherwise