panama city
05.10.12 | 7:24 pm

in literature, the ocean is always a metaphor for freedom. but shoulder deep in the water for the first time in my life, the taste of salt bitter on my tongue, all i can think about is how hopeless it all appears. if only i drifted a little further, i'd never come back.


walking to pier park in groups, the three youngest in the lead, travis and kelsey second, me, and the adults at the end. i want to say something nice about vacation, but all it proves is that i am consistently utterly alone.

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