lighthouse

5/18/26

I saw a lighthouse in person for the first time ever. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such a renaissance of wonder and passion and light. it’s always been a dream of mine to experience one in person, but a part of me thought that I would die with that on my bucket list. but to actually experience it, to experience her and her light, I don’t feel worthy. it was under construction when I went, and I almost love that even more. because I am constantly under construction too. I’m not fully sure why I love lighthouses so deeply, maybe it’s like the book to the lighthouse where the lighthouse represents something else that I’ve just yet to uncover, Virginia wolf is one of my favorite authors after all. or maybe it’s just the lighthouse in it of itself. maybe it’s the way they guide ships home, maybe it’s the way they stand so strong and demanding of reverance, maybe it’s the way they always carry and guarantee light in the midst of darkness, maybe it’s the way they take all that the sea is and welcome it anyway. but now being away from it, I feel almost homesick. I live in a lighthouse in my head. with nothing but the ocean and the breeze and the kind sun. and she takes me for all that I am and welcomes me anyway.

my heart remains at the lighthouse.

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