My Old Friend The push and pull of the waves, The sounds of serenity claims That when I am at the darling place where the sand meets the water... It calls for me like an old friend longing to talk. If I leave, will I ever return? Would anyone miss me if I just allowed the water to take me? Would the ocean be so kind as to give me but the air I need but still surround my body in water? These are the question I ponder looking out the window on my journey to the sea.
To think that the loss of material things is such a loss to feel so sadly about. If you think that losing your phone or losing your boyfriend to another girl (or the other way around).. Try thinking about losing both your parents and your house on your birthday. These things are the losses that should matter. Not some petty loss such as electronics and being heart broken.