Next to the ocean waves, the sandy beach blanketed in a sky of a million stars.
By the breeze and the salt and the tall dunes in which young lovers always hide.
Close to magical starfish, obnoxious seagulls and a light house that was my hope on rainy days.

No matter how far I run away, I feel them pulling on the strings they attached to my heart when I first stumbled upon this earth. This was the moon I was born under and it reminds me always when I'm alone in my bed wondering where it all went wrong.