The Sounds From Inside The Shell...
There are those nights I can't sleep, the drafts follow me and I think of things that no-one would believe. I think of driving through the city and down to the sea, without dreams but just left to be - 'waves I cannot sleep'. Watching the foams rumble along the seams, its lines ingrained in the sand. The whole world, like me is smoothed by the sea - she to me - is the sea, she soothes me.
3 Comments:
BD this is what makes me glad that we read from the start, the title, makes perfect sense! What a lovely post. I'd have been able to read something like this even if it were twenty times longer.
I thought it was quite lovely.. he is my shell...
Wow :-) ...sigh...
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