Wanderlust: A sneak Peek.

Dear Penny,

I've dreamt about you for three days, a fact I'm guilt ridden over considering I've spent those three days in a home that isn't my own and warming a bed that's much of the same.

In each dream you come back wearing your smile, your curls and your perfume that reminds me of summer rain, gentle sex and roses.

In each dream you seek me out, draw me in and then pull me under with the brutality of a person skilled in the art of heartbreak.

Yet, despite knowing the pain I'll endure, I take your hand, for you are life among death, the light to vanish the dark; the balm to ease to my tortured soul.

Dear Penny, I've realized what I was lacking in my life. It wasn't anything one can purchase at a store–

Wait, scratch that.

I've just doubly realized that in this case what I wanted did, in fact, come from a store; a little thrift shop off central on a particularly damned day, might I add. Inside this shop I found what I'd been missing for so long: the match to spark the flame onto my kerosene– a muse, Penny.

And by that, I mean you.

(( Coming soon))