"The Sunshine State," they say.
I don't know- perhaps I'm being pessimistic,
but how does a place with so much sunshine rain so persistently?
How does an area with substantial physical beauty choke its citizens with boundless humidity?
How does a remarkable paradise destruct its own shores with hurricanes kindled by the very waters it possesses?
A state that masquerades itself as perfection and denies the very problems it holds within.
That's why I call myself Florida.
She's a paradise on the postcards but a dangerous hue once exposed to her true colors.
It's a shame she's so indecisive because her heart is truly pure- and I don't want to be Florida anymore...