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
There's an old voice in my head
Thats holding me back
"Well tell her that I miss our little talks."
Music speaks to me in a way that not even I can make sense of. Maybe it's not supposed to make sense? It's clear, not everything does.