mother, the sea
is calling out for me;
don’t you hear it through
the windows? and i
want nothing more
than to see it’s every shore
i want to be
under every inch
of the sky, wherever it
ends.
i want to walk
on every stone,
every road,
every blade
of grass. but
there are more grains
of sand in this world
than there are seconds
in my life and i am
already running out of time.