tides drawing their own map
the space between the currents
sometimes/life is just too good
midnight beneath the tide
the island's quiet
french wine/classic rock
echoes in a turquoise field
a good place to get lost
when a moment feels perfect/i try to remember it
don’t let it burn; don’t let it fade
do you have to let it linger
you know i'm such a fool for you
we’re foolish; but I wouldn’t change how we do it
who cares what we're missing
we don't have to complicate it
kissing in swimming pools
is it the end of the beginning; or beginning of the end
i can be melodramatic
burning daylight
you're the sun to me
rhythm of the night
i can be dramatic
tide pools
red rocks
