I like to listen to the ocean as I lay upon the sand. I like to hide from my problems as I listen to the wind. I lose myself. I disappear. The sand and I are one. The ocean writes a symphany. The sand and i we like it. We lay there and listen. Theres not a problem in the world. I like it. I like to disappear. I'm not here. 'Cause thats the only way to make it disappear. I'm not here. I'm not here. There's only the sand, wind, and ocean. My problems and I are not here. (Were not here.) I walk down to the ocean. I pick up one of her precious gems. I throw it the stone with one simple motion. I pretend the rock is all my problems. I love to write my problems in the sand and let the ocean waves wash them away. I love to listen to the oceans band. For now I keep my problems at bay. I love to scream my problems in the wind. Let the oceans breath blow them away. I love to pretend I never sinned. Let the ocean spray cleanse me today. I love to pretend my problems dont exist. I wish they would disappearin ocean mist.
horse_love34 · Thu Aug 16, 2007 @ 07:52pm · 0 Comments |