Wednesday, December 31, 2008

My shoes

There's sand in my shoes.

And I keep on walking.

There's a thorn stuck on the sole.

And I keep on walking.

There's little space for my feet.

And I keep on walking.

I keep on walking.
Mood: I-have-blisters-again

Monday, December 22, 2008

At the Beach

There's a click "Click."
in my vacant head as I heard your voice.

The breeze blowing felt suddenly so real.

The warm waves cruching my feet felt harder.

Turned around.

You were talking volleyball with your pals.

You didn't notice me at all.

But I used my finger to write I Love You on the sand and smiled.

Mood: I-am-so-crappy