Tuesday, July 26, 2011

vodka stained hands and a sticky journal

the smell of the Ocean fills my nose in a nonintoxicating bliss. the ten year old stands in front of me with board in hand laughter on her lips. I sit on a wet sand soaked chair as I write. feeling the tension leave my body. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the Ocean air. The life guards swim by, the last ne struggling to keep up I take another deep breath and let it fill me, begging the Ocean air to bring me peace and happiness. the Soothing strength of the waves have that power. such an old power. the waves can wash my sorrow away

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