All the little thing that I miss are found within the crevasses of my mind. The way the sun reflected on the water and the way it felt like I’d never die. That night the low tide was made by the gentle lapsing waves. I didn’t know what was next; that was the way I wanted to live. I had plans to be and plans to see, laying each night with a new lover beneath me. Craving a life with a new direction, still knowing Ontario would always be home to me. The cliffs were like wise hands gently pushing me to realize where I needed to be. Those city lights carved around our bodies, setting the mood as you loved me in the night. As I’ve grown, those waving streets felt like sweet memories of home. 15 hours away I sat drunk in the bay. In the woods there was a strange man living how I envied, he made me realize where I stood. I’m being called to take my place but 2 more years is what’s keeping me from my fate. I move with hope and impatience but I’ve learned to slow down so these memories can keep me sane.