closer Writing this on the beach
[Aug. 16, 2014 - Writing this on the beach]

The bite of the sand
As the wind blows
Every dog has it's day
And so does every bird

The autistic kid
That walked up with his father
Ran to the rocks
Near the water
And he looked lost
Almost as lost as I feel

Clinging to a world
Where I am always second best
Where I get a silver or the bronze
While u dance in gold next to me
And hold my heart
Like a retired bell

I found a special shell
Got some virgin oil in prayer before I slept
Than the breeze hit me again
Its easier now to feel nothing

x / o

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