Updated: Sep 3, 2021
As I sit on golden sand I somehow wish my mind operated freely. Like the seagull beside me. He has his mind fixated on fish. He’s like a successful man with a beautiful woman. He gets what he wants. Fish is my favourite. Especially salmon. I wish he’d take me out for that and chips. But for once here’s a boy who doesn’t take me out then expect an ocean. He just wants what’s natural. A sandwich will do. He is real.