Saturday, January 01, 2011

happy new year.

We sit huddled around the campfire, lulled by the sound of the ocean and whisky from the bottle. Clutching at her waist for hours, I loll slightly and shout loudly. The more I touch, the less distance between us. Sometimes my mind wanders here, and I question the choices I made that took me away from what I knew. At times it's overwhelming, like last night in a haze, and I duck out to stumble through the sand to plea my case to the universe. I don't mind whether it is some grand being that holds influence over my existence or if the energy releases into the elements to form a sort of driving force.

I want to hold hands. And I am thankful for your loveliness.


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