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i walked further than i ever have before. in the past week, i've accomplished every duty on my list. i've marked my skin forever. i got the internship. i spent a night on the beach being pummeled by wind with someone i love. i sculpted a heart in the sand with the intention of saving the lives of those who saw it. those who were trekking to the sea with a desire for the afterlife. a longing to see "you know, the end and shit." i formed that heart as a beacon to the broken. a lantern to the lost. scripted under it, scrawled in the sand "GO BACK...PLEASE." by morning it was washed under the tide. only two witnesses were present. the girl and the cell phone.
we made three attempts to sit on the pier. the first one thwarted by a timid yet abrasive wave. soaking everything below our torsos. we went to the restrooms to take advantage of the hand dryer, blowing hot air. attempt two introduced itself. another trip to the restroom. finally attempt three. as we sat on the pier we talked.
we told each other pieces of our past we've never told anyone else. black eyes. skin care pills. 99. fathers.
we saw a man that hopefully ends his evening on a high note at this beach everynight. at least this is the amount of comfortability he showed.
we talked about how we're both just looking for someone to love. we made jokes about that person coming out of the lake, walking up towards us, and changing everything. we're both in need of that person. it's an unspoken understanding that neither of us can be that for each other. we gagged at the couple that was joyfully arm in arm testing the waters of the lake.
i smoked 7 cigarettes on the beach. one for each day of the week i want to spend with you.
we made three attempts to sit on the pier. the first one thwarted by a timid yet abrasive wave. soaking everything below our torsos. we went to the restrooms to take advantage of the hand dryer, blowing hot air. attempt two introduced itself. another trip to the restroom. finally attempt three. as we sat on the pier we talked.
we told each other pieces of our past we've never told anyone else. black eyes. skin care pills. 99. fathers.
we saw a man that hopefully ends his evening on a high note at this beach everynight. at least this is the amount of comfortability he showed.
we talked about how we're both just looking for someone to love. we made jokes about that person coming out of the lake, walking up towards us, and changing everything. we're both in need of that person. it's an unspoken understanding that neither of us can be that for each other. we gagged at the couple that was joyfully arm in arm testing the waters of the lake.
i smoked 7 cigarettes on the beach. one for each day of the week i want to spend with you.