I remember telling you once that I wanted to live near the ocean, a beachfront home.
You said you could never do it, that sharks scared you more than anything.
I picture space; put my hand in front of my face and pretend to trace the stars.
Max Okhrimenko
There never seems to be enough of it.
Or what there is, is never enough.
I am either rushing or waiting.
Spend all night packing a bag and fill my car up with gas.
When I talk about these places it comes out as a whisper, like a secret.
I remember telling you once that I wanted to live near the ocean, a beachfront home.
Max Okhrimenko
You said you could never do it, that sharks scared you more than anything.
You would rather live deep in a forest.
I told you I was scared of bears, scared of the woods, scared of the dark.
I wonder when it changed.
I wonder when anywhere started sounding better than here.
