Monday, April 09, 2007 @ 21:59
number two hundred and eigthy-three
"there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface,
consuming, confusing.
this lack of self control i feel is never ending,
controlling, i can't seem..."
i remembered today that i saw a lady yesterday. she was in the car a few meters away from the one i was in. she was in the passenger seat, cross-legged, mirror down and applying some make-up of sorts. she wasn't wearing her seat belt.
i still can picture plam beach in my head. i still can feel the ice-cold water as they wash over my bare feet, flushing the miniscule sand grains out from between my toes. the wind caressing me, the afternoon sun gently beating down on my bare back. the waves crashing down, barely a few feet away from where i stood.
the surreality is breath-taking. i bent to scoop the water, to run my fingers through the sand, to stretch my sun-dried skin, to feel the wind ruffle my hair...
and tumbled back to reality.
gaaah, sometimes, i'ld give anything to feel like that again.
so come on, tell me.