I walked on the beach the other day. It wasnt as warm as I remember the beach to be. It may have something to do with the fact that its December in Maine but Im not sure. A walked the beach with out leaving footprints. That simple act of not leaving a trace of were Ive been, amazed me. The beach should freeze more often. I walked the beach to calm my nerves, to build my courage. I need to make my peace; I needed to say Im sorry. The chilling winds and the crushing waves just seemed easier to face then her. I lingered on the beach, waiting for the feeling in my fingers to leave, wanting the numbness to take hold of my entire body. I know that once I face her, shell be gone for good.
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iriseyes:
Thanks, I will get to go home... just have to make it through finals first.
dollfacepunk:
you bastard