i'll rather wait for someone like you.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
The ocean moved like salty tentacles stretching up over her ankles, calves, knees, thighs, Sand shifted and settled to the bottom. Thousands of grains pushed under the crushed weight of the water.
She gets sunk by centuries of history, pulled down by a lifetime of pain.
'No, i dont live here. I found my way up and now the edge is just too close'
Lovers leave you with leather suitcases in their hands.
They tell you how sorry they are, but they won't look back.
She knows this now.
