One week in Punta Cana

Hola~ I am back from my much needed trip. I think I've maxed out on my Vitamin D and luckily no sun burns! I'm still processing the fact that I am back home now, so I don't know what to say... I ate nonstop, drank moderately (heh), walked along the beach whenever, saw palm trees, acquired an uneven tan, etc.

Listening:

 

"I know you're weary and I've worn you out, but you can rest your mind here and take your trainers off and... I apologize. I should have approached this differently. We said we'd be honest with each other so I guess... You make me feel like the unrequited lover. I don't wanna follow you around until you find the truth. But I'd rather not kiss every stranger until I find you. Can't you just appear in my hands and I'll carry you instead? There's planets in my palms, if you get bored of my skin, I mean you change with the moon. Habitual rituals. Your smiling and light is my only residual. The first time we met, did you go home and think of me too? Our silence settles strangely now and self consciousness is heavy. I know. People overthink things. Women wreak havoc. Men implode. But don't trouble yourself with my opinions. Just remember me in the morning and carry me home"