I will not feel shame for wanting something more than this place.
In my hometown I play with wooden blocks in breweries and steal smoke from your joint and hop into chain-locked pools fully clothed. I wake up early and run in the fog and make it out of work just in time to see the sunset against our beach and drive to your grandfather’s house after hours. Even with the wooden blocks and swimming pools and cold morning air, I couldn’t have known these memories would stand as islands all their own while living in this place, apart from that too familiar town. I find it unfathomable that I will ever be romantic about the sunburn my heart feels and the stretching my ego is doing while living this close to an ocean full of bath water. It’s too hot here, then again I can’t say I know where else would be best.