please.

i just wanna go to the ocean.

i just want to go somewhere after sitting in a car for days. travelling, windows down and loud music. i don’t want to eat anything, i want to drink tea. you can come with me, i guess. when we make it to the shore, we never have to move. we don’t have to please anyone except maybe each other. that’s no chore though. we can write in our notebooks, listen to music, make bracelets. at night, when the breeze rushes over the waves and through our hair, we can protect our skin by wrapping my quilt around our shoulders. close our eyes and look up to feel the on our faces. we can wear the same clothes everyday and not care. who are we pleasing? where did we leave our shoes? our make up? our phones are lost in the water and our pen has replaced it’s place in our pockets.