The urge to run away to a seaside town,
To let the salt air peel the paint from the front of my house.
The urge to settle, to let it sink in, to decorate my front porch.
The urge to let my mind rest and work until my back's sore.
The urge to love you
And to be well.
In that salt air town,
Where everyone knows my name.
Most importantly,
The urge to throw it all away.
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 8:10 PM UTC
The urge to run away to a seaside town,
To let the salt air peel the paint from the front of my house.
The urge to settle, to let it sink in, to decorate my front porch.
The urge to let my mind rest and work until my back's sore.
The urge to love you
And to be well.
In that salt air town,
Where everyone knows my name.
Most importantly,
The urge to throw it all away.
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