Look At Me When I Look At You ⚣ Victuri

/ Dream On /

Because......well,

I didn't care.

I rarely ever cared.

I didn't care if I was a loser.

Or if I had a D in Algebra.

And as much as I hated when people said that my hair was grey.....

I didn't care about that either.

All I cared about was the ocean.

And that supposed saltwater in my veins.

And the feeling of flying when a wave hit the bottom of my board......

Taking me to faraway places.

This earth, the earth that is the ocean....

Is where I wish I could constantly live, thrive.

But that is not an option.

And that'll never change.

No matter how many times I had wished on that star through my bedroom window as a young boy....

A star that was surrounded by a sky.

A lilac sky, a peach sky, an auburn sky.

Wishing for a dream that will never come true.

However, that unattainable option did not stop me from spending every single second of every single minute out here.

On my board.

My baby blue surf board.

The board that I had sculpted, crafted, created since I was 11 years old.

With my dad in his workshop under our pale yellow wooden beach house.

I made sure it was perfect.

From the nose to the length and then to the tail of the board.

I made sure that it would take me away from the kids and the teachers and the unspoken dreams.

And it sure as hell did.

It has for 7 years.

So.....

Here I am now.

Still out on the ocean with baby blue.

Saltwater veins and all.

At 18 years old.

Swimming away from the shore.

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My name is Victor Nikiforov.

I'm just another one of your typical, Californian teenagers.