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