lights will guide you home, & ignite your bones
& i will try to fix you
& i will try to fix you
We'll ignore why it is you're here. Delivering supplies maybe, which likely means you're a bit cross given that you don't like to be making house calls. And if that's the case you're probably bundled up in a sweater over your scrubs making your upper body look like a massive blob of fabric on top of two long legs. Up here the wind whips up from the sea, catching and snagging your hair, sending it in all directions. Grabbing at it, twisting, and pulling your dark locks to your shoulder, you mumble something incoherent under your breath as you exit the boat master's hut.
Above the stars are a twinkling symphony, but you hardly pay attention, so focused as you are on putting one foot in front of the other. Its been years since you've been on these cliffs, and being back has brought with it the memory of the friends you lost back in your school-days. Swallowing hard and pulling your sweater farther around yourself, you stare at the ground as you make your way toward the Tower.
Above the stars are a twinkling symphony, but you hardly pay attention, so focused as you are on putting one foot in front of the other. Its been years since you've been on these cliffs, and being back has brought with it the memory of the friends you lost back in your school-days. Swallowing hard and pulling your sweater farther around yourself, you stare at the ground as you make your way toward the Tower.
October
