February 2009
10 posts
Now playing: we'll all be--the maine
This song reminds me of those long-missed days at the beach. I want to be there. Right now.
Sandy beaches
I stroll down the infinite tide edge, Warm rays of summer quenching my thirst. I feel the warm breeze against my back, Weightless air running through my fingertips. I sink my feet into the soft, moveable sand, Cool water seeping between my toes. I watch the sun lift me higher, Freeing me to...
January 2009
3 posts
“It’s never too late to be who you might have been.”
– George Eliot
Somewhere In Between Hawthorne Heights
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