The rhythmic pounding of the Pacific’s lunar fingers calls to me each day. Whether these sirens of L.A. are calling me there or warning me to stay in the Northwest’s rainy blanket I’m Uncertain.
Applicable title, and sometimes I’m just a little Emo thirteen-year old girl.
Did you know emo was still a thing? I thought that scene died a long time ago, much to their own applause followed by instant chagrin at having become hipsters.