Life at sea.
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Central of Nowhere
Fuck street lights, they use trees
Thinking of warmer places
I told her, “Nothing exciting is happening,” and as I turned around to leave a massive wave broke on the ledge completely drenching me and filling my boots with salty regret. I should have said nothing.
I’m bringing the term “getting wet” to a whole new level.
The sea, she’s angry I’ve left her.