I lay in my quiet solitude
The weight of real life presses in
This room feels so much smaller
This bed so much more empty
This ache unanswered
Time creeps so slow
When just yesterday it flew past
At break neck speed
I just want to go back
To the smell of salt in the air
To sand in my shoes
To stars in my eyes
Waking up to the sound of seagulls
And the warmth of you
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