"if i could only get you oceanside."

i woke up late this morning with my thoughts feeling like waves crashing on a dirty, grey beach during a tropical storm. lolling. rolling in, carrying scattered bits of debris away into a uniform gunmetal resevoir. i am in love with sound of the rain striking our third story windows and replaying over and over dreams of cats and friends i haven't contacted in years. sea salt flavored memories that smell like wet cement on a 67 degree evening.
there is no one manning the lighthouse.