‘It just…makes my heart go fast’

I had one of those moments today.  Where the words all tumbled out, jardon-esque. ‘It just…makes my heart go fast’.  I heard myself whispering back. What an idiotic moment? The pause in the conversation was palpable.  Oh ground, swallow me

Maria

‘Maria, I just met a girl named Maria… Say it soft and it’s almost like praying…’ Last weekend, I went home. Home is a changing state these days.  As constant as the stamps on my passport, ever present yet never the same.