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It seems as though I've forgotten everything that makes me function. I can't talk, I can't walk, and I can't sleep. All I find myself writing about is a boy I lost again and again and the sea. Come to my window with your rocks in hand and prepare for the nights adventure. Never doesn't always mean never, but we can pretend. I held my eyes shut tight as you led me through the darkness, and I remember the look on your face when I opened them and saw your flashlight. You're just a boy, thats simple enough, but I'm more than a girl. I'm a coastal escape, a fading tan and freckles across your cheek. I am what every season stood for and what still stands. All that remains of this is no escape signs and twisted entrances.