Finding Home
How will I move on?
I’m going to miss the wind in my hair, and the salt knotting my hair.
Walking the beach every morning.
Hazel making her rounds.
The smell of fresh pressed grounds, and Coco resting her head on the gold ground.
Hazel is going to miss the beach.
I hope she knows that this is for me, and I wouldn’t leave her behind.
I hope she understands.
I hope everyone in our daily lives in California understand.
-ej
About the Creator
Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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