her thoughts were drowned in the turbulent water of the pool. she was gasping for precious air but her timed strokes would not allow even a split-second to inhale."breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep, this air is blessed you, share with me…" the song of dashboard confessionals reverberated in her head. her body losened up…finally she touched the wall.
to be sane is insanity
“To the delirious eye, more lovely things of Paradise and Love-and all our own. Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known”-Edgar Allan Poe1 Comment »
andhy juan wrote @ May 13th, 2009 at 3:14 am
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