Steak and cheese pies, long blacks, unlimited amounts of coast
Fresh notes of love and a hint of identity loss.
Day by day, lost a little more into a life way too peaceful, lost into those romantically deep green eyes of a love story that seemed doomed from the start.
And In between the kisses and the ongoing rebellious and selfish modern individuality that separates us all…
Perfect inviting barrels were caught, never-ending point break waves that prevailed longer in your mind than that innocent first kiss were taken, raw coast with intimidating black burning sand beaches were conquered and uncomfortable sessions were turned into round shaped pillows that made you sleep easier at night after all.
Day by day, lost a little more into a life too unreal to be true, but yes, we all wake up, we all grow up, we all kiss with open eyes, we get jobs, routines and we fly economic,
all is lost.
So be it; dry skin, sandy locks, long lay overs, constant dehydration, always surfed out, always a story away from a story, broken hearts, broken boards, so be it.
And all of this nonsense simply because of a constant unsatisfied life that knows that there is something shaping up somewhere else that is not here and we continue so, in view of the fact, that we are unfortunately not content.
But perhaps we are simply not content because comfort will never hit rock bottom and bounce back to fly as high as the wildest dreams our hearts can imagine.
Go ahead. Get out of here.
