Because Tuesdays feel like Mondays and Mondays don’t happen around here. Because I miss you and I miss me and I don’t hardly remember being there anymore. I dream about past lives and forget to live the one I have now. Music tethers us to each other and to ourselves as we pass our windowed reflections.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair