dazed in joshua tree

a world where the pages of dr. seuss and the paintings of dali come alive.

these were days spent climbing stacked rocks, feeling wind between our hair, chasing the sunset, and watching the stars. after the last crackle of the fire, we fell asleep in the back of a car or snuggled in between sleeping bags, breathing in the cold night air with tummies full of marshmallow.

i kept wondering, how did i ever feel lonely before?

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