lakellie
the wet sand grains stick to our skin, much like your memory will adhere to my thoughts. i can try to brush it away, but days later, i will find a few more particles, over and over and over and over again.
the ocean's crashing noise swallows up my ears, and my vision fades to black. the sound is all too familiar, a reminder of the ship that sailed away, carrying you with it. i can't escape.