Music.
The
Only way
That poetry outshines
Is when it becomes floetry.
Take it all. But give me my playlist. Back.
A journey with occasional re-calculating. The story of a professor with more heart than a month full of valentines days. An old soul who plays pick-up sticks with pencils. Come see who I am, where I am going, and guide me where to visit next.
Suitcase heart traveler going places and spaces to believe in love and hope again