She writes.

9:47pm

I guess I'll write hear to clear my head. I wanted to travel around this time, but with everything going on, that's definitely not an option. I dream of a beach, I've never seen one before. Ocean as far as I can see. I hear the sound of the tide washing in, and inhale and exhale with it. 

My writing feels like that. Somedays I might talk about my day. Others I might just share my poetry for anyone willing to listen.