| | I remember going to the beach. Walking near the ocean, as I glance at the tide coming along. The tide rushes over, washing away all the markings on the sand. It has the potential to wash away anything, including memories if they could be left on the ground. I wish my memories were embedded into the sand. That way, whenever a tide decides to come along, the memories will be washed away forever into the water. In the water, it will flow anywhere it would like to go. As long as the memories are away from me, I will be happy. It's like a message in a bottle that could take countless years of traveling. Memories still haunt me as I go by each day. The memories are endless, and each day, there is a new memory to come. For each day is not a day of greatness, but a day of sadness and self-isolation. There is no end to these gloomy encounters. I remember standing there in the sand with the aftermath of the tide, and I feel the water taking away my misery. It washed it away like that. But why can I, a human being not be able to wash my own thoughts away? Why must I stay in this state of depression? I want to go away. I want to go away with the tide. I want a solution to my problem.
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| | Posted 7/7/2008 10:18 PM - 137 Views - 20 eProps - 10 comments
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