Tonight is nostalgia.
Nostalgia about the sea. About the glisten of the waves. All there is here is fog. Sometimes the sky allows itself to the sight but it's just to remind me of what I cannot admire.
But I will go back to the sea, I will go back to the undertow, my eyes will shine with starlight and the salt will burn my lungs again. My body will feel alive again. Life, in its purest form.