Nathan. Older than dirt & starlight. CT.
but I’ll be every sort of honest,
I can’t wait to come back to you.
I can’t wait to come home & find the coast; to dip my feet into the sand on the Atlantic’s lips, to put my lips on your lips & to taste the sea.
California is beautiful, but it doesn’t taste like you, it doesn’t feel like you do in the dark. No number of unclad stars can color you on my skin, no fullness of californian moon can fill the void in the air where your voice should be.
California is paradise, but no sunset or sunrise can stutter my heart like home can & nobody will ever be home like you are.