Begin every morning with a deep breath, assurance that the dreams of last night are long gone. Coffee, weed and a soundtrack for the day ahead. Braving the morning with pessimistic realism, viewing the world through a photographic lens. Equipped with a jaded past, a sharp tongue and a lifetime of scars. Sleeping with past regrets, friendly strangers, and strange friends. How I long for fresh mountain air and the smell of the ocean. Nights filled with smoke, booze and whirlwinds of people just like me. Lost in artistic minds, suffocated by intent. Dreamers.
Lindsay Anne. 24. Flower child.
A writer, a dreamer, a lover and a fighter. A child of the universe. A daughter of the earth. An old soul walking through an ancient world with a new perspective.
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