A northern transplant

In a southern world

A girl

With a punk rock soul

An artist’s heart

And a traveler’s mind

A small college town girl

With a passion for the city

‘Cause it wakes me up inside


I was in downtown Nashville

Thinking the blues

Seeing in jazz

The change in scenery

Is getting pretty tiring


Ice cream on my tongue

I should be perfectly content

Than why do I feel

This rush of brokenness?


Author: Madison

I am a thirty-eight year-old kinky feminist in recovery from Schizoaffective Disorder, Bipolar type; PTSD/Dissociative Disorder, NOS; Substance Use Disorder, just trying to make it in life. My blog is about my day-to-day misadventures and musings.

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