Sunday, December 12, 2004

Beach me.

I need the beach. Now. More than ever.

I just want to lie on my sarong and cry my heart out. I just need to hear the waves crashing on the beach and watch it ebb everything else. I want to bury my feet in the sand and feel the heat of the sun on my back. I want to swim, I need to dip. I need the sun to tell me that no matter what happens, no matter what I feel, another day will begin for me, with new hope and vigor.

I need to smell the sea breeze. I just want to lie in a hammock and dream my worries and pains away. I just need to forget everything. I want the sea to take my inhibitions away so I can live again.