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Tuesday, June 22, 2021
We board first-class for Santorini—Star Alliance and it’s a 757 if you still believe me. Some time ago, the moment was only words. A dream. Are you gunna believe me?
Sliding my index and middle fingers across the walls of the jetway, awaiting our first steps into the jet to play, I reminisce the roots of such a moment. Once a walk through the mind. Now an experience and we stole it.
#AmWriting to you, Santorini. A dream and I’ll write it through, freely.
You’re Greece and ancient. Got a beach and I wanna run it. Yposkafa to fuck in it. Narrow streets to tour about shit. Beast through the nights and later type about it.
#AmWriting this from Portland, Oregon—keeping it weird and bliss. Exploring the imaginative overseas trip. Envisioning as if I’ve never been on such a trip.
Although COVID rules had me locked up and stuck, six months prior I started my hermit life, no time for the worldly spite.
Because I dreamed of the tropics to snorkel. No glasses like Urkel. But contacts upon an island’s portal.
….Calgon, Calgon, take me away—to a place I’m a first-class ticket away.
I like this dream. I may just stay.
It’s where I’ll likely meet Rozay…
Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because it's fun once you get through the emotional part... "The words we speak become our vehicle; what you read is how I digest them.” -Budd