exhaustion is a good sign. it's only 7:30 & i'm fighting my heavy eyelids with every ounce of me.
where to begin? 7am corinne bailey on a saturday morning, 2 regular tea lattes, a fixed tooth, please don't stop the music, seals on the beach, cover up your face, soak up the warmth, strip off the boots, jump into the ocean. and that was only the first half of the day.
i love this girl. a strange city with a familiar face. i wouldn't want to be anywhere else. drive away from san diego...away from the shameless crowd at on broadway...away from the yogurt. 405 is a highway. gummy bears are translucent.
intervention is the name of the game. when words won't suffice, a clean slate is the remedy. the feeling is so ingrained in the heart, it's out of our control now. there are no rules & there are no boundaries in this game. embracing reality may be difficult...but acceptance is obligatory. it's Los Angeles. Welcome home.
i'm fighting the insecurities that are haunting my sleep. my teeth are thankfully intact. all i ask is that you meet me half way.
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