where do you go?

a winter blue 1969 ford mustang, a bright, white kitchen, and the sea.

i wrote this in my journal, (yes, i have a journal now) and i’ve never hand-written anything with the intention of typing it up but i’ve had writers block so i wanted to try something new. i will try to keep the same format as it was hand-written, so if you see something crossed out, that is why. okay, love you, and thanks for being here - xo