let me tell you about Regina…

I don’t typically open up quickly, more of a slow burn…

My restless eye wandered/ Fixing itself on artifacts/ Reminders of past loves

I kept journal entries when I was overseas in Paris back in May. I thought it might be fun to share a bit about my adventures.

I’ve got a whole treasure trove of summer memories with you.

A brazen rebel

With mastery of mixing drinks

Commander of my affection…

Last summer I saw the world in technicolor…

She felt the anguish in the paint strokes/ Could all pain be made useful/ In art it’s finally understood, validated