March 2009
8 posts
I was at my cottage and these words came out of...
The lake and the sunlight that ripples on it as waves come forwards to greet us lapping at the front of our vessel and when I look on the sky and the greatness around, I sigh, as I lean my head back, smiling I finally think clearly the mist left my eyes as we sailed along where the water met the sky *** Now with my head cleared am I able to see the vastness of the world and the lives in it. I see...
“you bring the drinks, I’ll bring the fuck-you’s”
– Owen - Everyone Feels Like You
