Because when nothing goes right in your head, you miss home.
Even the barrenness of sitting alone amidst a confused skyline, you don’t feel lonely.
The rocks listened, the sand felt a push when I needed one, and the sky, limitless mocking with sincerity.
I’d hold onto this view forever. Till I rest in peace, I hope it’s somewhere the colours become one, united with each other; one body one soul. Stuck in time. The good times. 🌸