Somewhere I am sitting on this beach, the ocean singing her song to me. I am small, but she loves me regardless. The water laps at my feet, and she invites me to be one with her. A small drop is all I am, but I'm welcome anyway. The moon, wraps her glow around me, reminding me that I'm never really alone. And I just know if the night could speak, I'd hear the softest, truest whispers of love that I could ever hear...
I compulsively vomit out random thoughts here. I have to. If I don't, I talk to my husband too much, and he hears enough as is. Plus I'm surrounded by kids all day and all night and sometimes I need to hear an adult voice even if it's my very own. Having a big audience isn't important to me, but if you read this, you actually really and truly know me inside and out. I'm actually this irritating and crazy.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Somewhere....
Somewhere I am sitting on this beach, the ocean singing her song to me. I am small, but she loves me regardless. The water laps at my feet, and she invites me to be one with her. A small drop is all I am, but I'm welcome anyway. The moon, wraps her glow around me, reminding me that I'm never really alone. And I just know if the night could speak, I'd hear the softest, truest whispers of love that I could ever hear...
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