too far gone to fix this

Jude

Where the river meets the sea, Jude sits with stick in hand, drawing little designs in the wet sand beside the estuary's waters and quietly singing to himself. While he'd gotten his father's singing voice and often shared in it with him - Harper playing his guitar as the two sat on the back porch watching the night sky - he isn't confident enough to do it around anybody else. Here, the river is quiet enough and the waves far enough that he can hear himself, but nobody is around to venture across him.

One arm around his shins and chin resting on his knees, the teen scratches out his most recent drawing with his stick and sighs, debating what to draw next. He doesn't want to go home just yet, but sand isn't exactly the best medium for advanced artistic endeavors.

I LEND EVERYONE MY EAR, BUT NOBODY MY HEART
I'D LIKE TO CHANGE THAT, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START