Paradise Rodriguez-Bordeaux

Is this living? This half-life I endure? Dawn breaks, and pharmacy bells ensure, No rest for the weary, no peace for the damned,

Two years past, they whispered my tide would wane, Yet here I stand, where stone kisses salty spray. Crimson tresses dance in briny breeze,

In the end, it's the simple pleasures in life that bring us the most joy. For me, it's the combination of French bread, a picturesque sunset