I’m laying here tonight with the full moon trapped inside my ribcage, I’m drunk off of words, and the summers heavy hearted goodbyes. There’s waves in my heart and they crash down inside me, beating me to the ground every time they roar. It’s the first of September, and my bones ache beneath my skin, as the trees shed their bodies to the earth. I’m walking on my toes across the moonlit sand, trying to reach the stars, but the moon told me to be still; for they already live inside of me. My eyes follow the wings of the birds as they paint the sky above me, sketching their names inside the clouds, beating their chests against the horizon. Darling Septembers almost finished, and I can’t remember the last time I felt you in my veins. All that I know, is that I came here to try and remember what home felt like. But the ocean reminded me that my home is not a place, it is not a house, or a person. My home is the sea, and we will float on together, and make a home inside each others waves, untill we remember where home is again.