Stuck In The Past

Hello Beautiful Thinkers,

I recently returned from a weekend trip to south Florida. More specifically the house where I grew up. A lot in the house itself has changed but the emotional state that I get there is straight out of my past. Write a poem about a place that takes you back to your past whenever you go there. Why can’t you move on in this place?

Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,

The Boy In The Heart Shades

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