We are much deeper than our connection to anyone one person.

We are much deeper than our connection to anyone one person. We are pieces of everyone who has ever touched our lives.

We are much deeper than our connection to anyone one person. We are pieces of everyone who has ever touched our lives.

We hold them like butterflies, with delicate wings dancing in our rib cage. Every experience, every lesson, every moment burned beneath our skin.

We hold them loosely in our fingertips. Letting go slightly but keeping them close enough to forget how they made us feel.

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Growin’ up in the Fake South! [Poem]

Water will always feel like home.
Dreams of living among the fish
And mermaids.
Memories of sun burnt skin.
Buying aloe lotion in bulk.
Living outside,
Barefoot in the sand.
Dolphins jumping along the horizon.
Tromping through the mangroves.
Mud caked clothes.
Discounted rum, at the beach filled up
Most summer days.
Complaining about the tourists and traffic.
Top down, in someone’s car.
Eighties metal,
Infamy, or better dayz blaring.
Geckos, alligators, and turtles,
A common sight.
Hurricane parties and clean ups.
Soothing sounds of thunderstorms.
Laying in the warm gulf,
As herons poke along behind.
memories of
growing up in the fake south.