My dear,

And you lie awake on your bed, letting all free thoughts and feelings flood through your mind.

What do I do when...

Wanderers.

I want to search for you, in tears; in the rain. I want run until I catch the edge of your shirt. Even if it means I am to lose the last of my breath.

Of ocean waves and deep breaths.

Oh, little lungs, take a deep breath and drown in ocean waters.