Travel Journal

(Photo taken by me)


Venice Beach ain’t like the Italian counterpart. It’s an artist’s sun-blazed canvas with wino alcoholism spread all across the vibrant stitching. Moved from the eastern apple when my rent became a debt obligation and decided to roam West. The ocean Pacific blue haunts my realism like a Kubrick film gone autobiographical, but I love it out here. I really, very much do.


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4 thoughts on “Travel Journal

  1. “The ocean Pacific blue haunts my realism like a Kubrick film gone autobiographical”

    I love that line so much! The whole tone of this post is beautiful. You create such a tangible mood. And the photo is gorgeous too.

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