All I’m used to seeing now are rolls of
blue beaches in black and white
iso 400
no saturation could restore the lens I used to view the world with when I was a child
no matter how hard I try
you’ll always be so far away from where i’m at right now
it doesn’t seem like I’ve built enough hatred for this city just yet
or else I would’ve left when I had the chance
let me be on the run again
let me be free
I’ve never felt morе landlocked
than I do when you're away from mе
I guess some things last too long
because I never knew what I had till I lost it
hair line intact
no windy beach to scare me away
the future being no one’s affair
not even god’s
and you, ocean blue
right in front of me
reminding me that maybe if I was alone
I’d masturbate to the sound of the waves rushing to me ashore