Thursday, October 6, 2011

Day 807:

i hoard sea shells on my last weeks home
take them across the ocean
and hold them up to my ears
the sound of crashing waves might make me feel at peace
at home
this distance is something iʻm always struggling with
more when i am lonely
these weeks iʻve been too lonely
to feel anything but longing
and theres nothing here to hold me
not a single wave
or tide to pull me
books books book
and people people people
trying to get through them
no one is listening
because there are no waves here to distract us

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