Five and a half months left of '08; I hope the stress and depression clears up soon
or this page may have to include '09 stuff.
Tortured artists, my ass.
*yawn*
So many miles away
But I can taste the brine in the air
Dredging up vivid scent memories
Of crashing waves and hot sand
The cry of a gull is a clarion call
Back to sweet summer days
Those in-between days of fourteen
Rare candy islands in a turbulent life
When all was right in my world
When there was no anger and no tears
And there was no pain
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