By the sea πŸŒŠ

there was a time when i had to follow you like the sand stuck on my feet

They clung; obstructed or enhanced my legs ; it depends.

and at night

I sat in front of the sea; without looking at the blinding neon lights or the fueled couple kissing behind me.

I sat there opposite the sea as if making a confession.

I looked far, deep and wide.

I looked through what my eyes couldn’t see.

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