Wheeling Gull Isle vaucha

it's always there in us, i think. he swallowed the lump in his throat. tried to find his own sense of balance once more.

it's just a matter of if you feed into it. everybody feels bad things sometimes, the difference comes from acting on it or not. he sucked in the salty, cool air. how different it felt from the heat of the shorelines and hills outside. he thought fondly of the place under the stars they called home on the hill.

do you think that furious kid will return when we get to atautsikut?