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June 24, 2004 I love this beach…although for others it’s just like any other ordinary beach…but I love it….the memories sprawled all over the place like carelessly flung garments…we saw it go through everything…the tides…the calm…the storms…shades of light and dark. I love it more because of the beautiful castles we built together that would endure every season because they were always supported by conversation. I love it simply because it’s ours… The wind has decided to change its course…normality sticking to its foot like a stubborn thorn…the waves crash angrily torturing the shore…the sand has changed its texture wanting to be left alone. I feel a storm brewing but it could just be my imagination…I look towards you for that reassuring look that will restore my sanity and the sweep of your hand that will brush the paranoia away…I run to you but the distance keeps multiplying like an invisible bubble meant to keep me away from you…I call out for you but my voice is no competition for nature roaring irritably. The water grabs at my ankles like beggars greedy for food. I see the castles we built…windows of fantasies…doors of dreams….rooftops of passion…garden of eternal companionship…and I see it breaking…destroyed…helpless…because I cant save it alone…I’m just not strong enough. It seems like the world is crashing down on me and after the damage is done there won’t be much left of me, you or us. And yet you keep walking…whistling some new tune that I swear I’ve never heard…the smile on your face that memory has not found a match for…the color in your eyes that reminds me of strangers…and yet you keep walking…at peace…totally oblivious. (1:37 AM) ~`~
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