I just want the ocean right now.
I just want an audio tour of my life in a foreign language I don’t understand, and someone who can translate it for me.
I just want a home by the ocean I’m lying I want to never have a home ever again. I do I want a home by a lake. I want to be in charge of a thing.
I just want to get into a space where maybe I could stay for a while, lying on the kitchen floor reading Inferno.
I feel relaxed and the sun goes down behind the buildings every night.
When I get a place I will feel better. I know there is fear underneath my ribcage and my stomach and all the other parts. The visible parts. I am lying on top of it, smiling and eating tomatoes.