The sea spins energy, rushing forward and chasing your tiny toes. Spilling giggles and bringing you gifts. Shells and rocks are diamonds in your eyes.
The sun arcs, and shadows fall through bold eyelashes, caressing blush cheeks. And a smile of wonder, arranged by a seagull, overtakes you. That smile is the only thing I find authentic. That smile is my destination.
I am never sick when I am with you. Healthy notions take me. Inspiration. Liberty. Optimism that is real and substantial. There is so much joy, in coming and going with you.
My beautiful boy.
The sun arcs, and shadows fall through bold eyelashes, caressing blush cheeks. And a smile of wonder, arranged by a seagull, overtakes you. That smile is the only thing I find authentic. That smile is my destination.
I am never sick when I am with you. Healthy notions take me. Inspiration. Liberty. Optimism that is real and substantial. There is so much joy, in coming and going with you.
My beautiful boy.
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And no, honestly, you don't have to be stoned to get my friend's journal. You just have to have seen that ridiculous piece of film we call Dude, Where's My Car? I'm guessing you haven't seen it...
But wait.
I HAVE NO LEGS.