We miss something we can never replace
We long for the sound of waves crashing on the shore but you're faced with the reality of piercing lights and soul sucking smoke
You long for the sweet smell of salt and the golden blonde sand, but you wake up to a lonely room 6 metres by 9
You miss the kiss of the sun, you miss how in a second
its touch turns into a
firey passion, untamable and beautiful for that reason stand
But then you remember its why you stay inside.
You remember that summer has gone. You remember a summer that can't be relived and refelt
I lay in bed and through the window I hear silence
No sound
No life
No sense of being or belonging
The wind no longer gushes from this far high
But its safe,
and I remind myself the warm beat I miss is but a cancer of kin, drowning the light in my soul and resulting in my ever dim