305 till I die

I've been writing a lot but haven't been publishing. Save as draft. I wake up exhausted everyday because I'm living in dreams. The sound of the fan is annoying me. Lacking insight. Perfect eyesight. My roomate never turns off the lights. Amanda used to say that about me. I miss Miami. I MISS MIAMI. Even the caps lock doesnt do the statement justice. Everyday my imagination is stuck in 33139 and wonder if my life will ever be the same. I wonder if I will ever have my daily morning shower space out session with a view of the rising sun over the tropical atlantic, tourists and homeless beggars again. I wonder if I will ride my 50$ craigslist bike to work rocking out to Ghostland observatory pandora station. I wonder if I will ever see my box of missing stuff again. Or should I just let it go? Let it all go? I think Toni Braxton had a 90's hit about that. It was on the same album as Unbreak my hearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt. A little ironic, yeah I really do think. Too much. Too much love. LCD soundsystem. Pogo sticks and Backyard olympics. Michael Phelps vs. Sean Phelps. Moviemaking and mayanetics. The octagon and Tyrone. Moonlight meditation and existential contemplation. All of the things that we find on the beach....