dreyzik

we're so ocean weary - salt jeweled hair, no anchors to plant. i'll be plucking sand from between my toes for weeks. we roll the windows down in our cars and homes to let the neighbors in, to let the smoke out. and by the way our shoes slap the asphalt, humidity stalling sore ankles, you'd think we cause heart attacks. but we'll never tell you we're running from ourselves.