Ever since the Black Beach I have been searching for something that can take me back.
I just want to see the waves crashing on the rocks, Mason next to me, both of us a lost boy at sea.
Because I just want to feel again.
Anymore it's fleeting, the way it comes, the way it goes.
And I don't think about it all the time, but when I do?
I am left to ask myself: where have I been going?
I've been chasing a trail of kicked up sand, that ends at the water and starts at the van.

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