“Meet Ophelia. The perpetual dreamer. Reading her book by the rocky shore. Flirting with the waves. In a blissful world of her own creation. Completely content in the moment. Too perfect for mere mortals to touch. Like an eclipse, a phenomenon only seen through a lense. To witness such a celestial event with the naked eye would blind forever. Leaving only the memory of the most perfect site, forever burned in brains and retnas.”
Ophelia, if you are the driftwood then I'll be the gently caressing surf. Let the waters cascade to a tumultuous tidal rhythm that will send you spinning in reels of ecstatic wonder. To be shore, to be shore!
Missy
SUICIDEGIRL
California, USA
MAR 28, 2003 11:00 AM