Tagged: San Francisco

The fog is yet lingering on my skin The salted sea crystallizing on my lips Trances of the place I had always been Golden Gates welcoming every eclipse Massive burritos from sidewalk taco trucks...

When reminiscing of San Francisco, I think of… Uncharted waters, vivid and crisp Dreaming through a facade in the mist of amber’s rain. Untapped opportunity, thriving from the branches of father time. Leaves of...