// every time you cross my mind, i brought another memory to keep yours inside
i saw us drown like high tide, and everything is nothing if you're not here tonight //
i saw us drown like high tide, and everything is nothing if you're not here tonight //
What a fuckin’ storm. That’s the thought that goes through Milo’s mind again and again, settled inside and watching from the windows – a fair distance away, of course, but he has places to be and with the wind and rain whipping up outside, Milo can’t help but to huff a sigh of annoyance with it all. It was like this every year, and every year he complained until he was blue in the face or Zeph told him to chill the fuck out.
He’s not really meant to stay inside, not really. Too stir crazy, especially to stay inside at home with the rest of his family that’s back from fishing because it’s far too dangerous.
So he claims he’s got work to do, slips from home and makes it about as quick as he can into one of the shops that’s still open and hasn’t been ravaged yet. Just to have something to do, to kick the restlessness in his mind and body away.
He’s not really meant to stay inside, not really. Too stir crazy, especially to stay inside at home with the rest of his family that’s back from fishing because it’s far too dangerous.
So he claims he’s got work to do, slips from home and makes it about as quick as he can into one of the shops that’s still open and hasn’t been ravaged yet. Just to have something to do, to kick the restlessness in his mind and body away.
MILO
