hunter savage

some days, my man, you’re the crest of the wave that breaks the beach. grinning and crashing bravado. other days, you’re the water gettin’ pulled back—dragging waders’ feet toward the deep black.

some days, my man, you’re the crest of the wave that breaks the beach. grinning and crashing bravado. other days, you’re the water gettin’ pulled back—dragging waders’ feet toward the deep black.