September 2009
8 posts
meet me by the water.
“She was blindly following whatever impulse moved her, as if she had placed...”
Digital Sea - Thrice
I’m drowning. Sinking. Suffocating. Too much water overhead; treading has become too hard. Yes, I think tomorrow I will give in. Give up. I’ve been worn down. There’s no coming back this time. No triumphant march.
Will you tell me it’s all alright? Just pull me out of the water. Or get in with me. We can swim far away. Let the waters take us where they will. As long as...
I would let you kiss me.
You can if you want to.