Tuesday, February 14, 2006

He said, she said...

"I could use some inspiration you know"

"hmmm what inspiration do you need"

"I need to know the taste of olives and beach sands , and how they smell
together
and why does the ocean feels so sad"

"it's salt on your lips from the sea air and a hunger for a lazy lunch in the middle of the afternoon, its like dreaming whilst asleep in the noonday sun and awakening to a glare & haze of a memory you fondly remember. and look around and realise you are nowhere there and weep and let your tears seep through the salty oceans air and rain sadness for the rest of the afternoon.

You awake and realise, this is just a figment of your fruitful imagination and cry some more till your tears soak your pillows and lasts far too long into your life."

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