SMALL TALKS

home.

he stood under the moon, the rays licking his skin, stars shining in his eyes.

the ghost of the sun burnt his skin, and he allowed the gasoline to set his lips on fire as he sunk into the kiss of the sky.

the ocean called out for him to just come home, it rung through his ears in the form of waves, the waves that were carved into his soul.

the wind smacked at his hair and struck at his face, and told him time and time again that he didn't belong in this world, there was simply no place for him.

these words ran through his head, heavy breathing carried in the wind, there's no place for me, there's no place for me -

the stars shrunk behind the clouds and cut off the sparkle in the night sky's eyes, no more words came tumbling from the lips of the darkness, no more voices to tell him to leave.

"there's no place for me," he mumbled aloud, but let his eyes trail to the ripples of water. "but perhaps the only sanctuary is the sea."

wind whipped past his ears as he dove from the cliff, and the ocean hugged his body as he collided with the island of salt. home at last, called the wind.

"home at last," whispered he.