Notes
The ocean balks against the wind, as if the rumbling waves it creates is a betrayal in the most vulnerable sense. I walk until my feet are blistered, hoping to find someplace safe to sleep. My hands get older, and I still feel in no shape to speak.
1 comment on softer now
ashtt0n March 02, 2014
I love this so much, I could listen to it forever.
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