times like theseTimes like these make me misstimes like these
make me miss home
make me miss the beach
make me miss the sand, the sting of the salty air
the taste of the saltwater
the waves crashing, pulling, lifting
Nothing compares to the feeling
the feeling of sand, adhering to the soles of your feet
squishing, filling each crease, gently caressing softly crunching beneath the weight sticking to everything, everywhere grains of sand everywhere There it didn't matter nothing mattered everything seemed so free free and floating floating and flying It didn't matter
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Every hour wounds; the last one kills.
Ich bin eine einsame Seele...
Live, Love, Laugh; THEN SHOOT YOURSELF IN THE HEAD!
much luff,
Me.
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