I am an eclectic dichotomy, bashfully brazen. A concrete nomad who suffers constant wanderlust. A cynic who believes in magic. I'm down to earth but my dreams are big. I love all that is beautiful. And words.
Oh, Well imagine, As I’m pacing the aisles in a small corner store, And I can’t help but to hear, No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words: “What a beautiful melon! What a beautiful melon!” says a patron to a stocker. “And yes, but what a shame, what a shame we’re not getting in any more.”