an intrusion i welcome.
i want to go to savannah, soon. i need this. a hotel room, spanish moss, the ocean. the smell of saltwater. i want the memories left on cobbled streets there. memories of a time when i still had a family, when i still had my innocence. i want to go and make a whole new memory... erase its past and paint it something new, something entirely my own. something without barbs. i want to erase the agony of these last few months with the tranquility i can find there. i picture perfection. i picture peace. i...