I wish, I wish I could tell you how I feel in summer. How life is easier in sandals, how days turn into weeks and weeks into months.
How easy is to be alive by the ocean.
I wish you could understand how full I feel when I look at the sea, the sunset or the waves – crashing against the shore – the stillness of the moment.
I wish, I wish.
But I can’t find the words.
And I’m sorry.
Believe in the beauty of your dreams