In the quiet chaos of an overwhelmed mind,

Where thoughts like shadows intertwine,

I sought refuge in the heart of Georgia’s land,

A last-minute escape, unplanned.

In the whispers of the Spanish moss,

And the haunting melodies of a forgotten gloss,

I wandered like a ghost in the southern night,

Seeking solace in the dimming light.

Georgia, with its mystique, its lore,

Embraced me like a lost soul at its core.

And in the essence of its eerie charm,

I found solace, a temporary balm.

Ethel Cain’s music echoed through the trees,

Her voice, a blend of sorrow and ease,

Southern gothic vibes enveloped the air,

As I found peace in the midst of despair.

So I roamed through Georgia’s haunted halls,

Embracing the echoes of forgotten calls,

Feeling like a specter, yet strangely alive,

In the depths of Georgia, where ghosts thrive.

Covington, GA

do any of you still exist lol