I need the ocean. Too many years here have tied me to the waves, to the sound, to the lull. I’ll never be able to leave, not for good. The things I’ll miss out in the inlands I’ll never know.
The boy sees darkness, endless and all-encompassing. The old man sees a sea of lights, stretching to the faintly lit mountains beyond.
I need the ocean. Too many years here have tied me to the waves, to the sound, to the lull. I’ll never be able to leave, not for good. The things I’ll miss out in the inlands I’ll never know.
The boy sees darkness, endless and all-encompassing. The old man sees a sea of lights, stretching to the faintly lit mountains beyond.