5:47 p.m. - 2010-05-21
she's starting..
to ask herself why. how weird. why? why do i do the things i do? hm. OMG I FUCK"N LOVE THE ATLANTIC OCEAN SO SO FUCK'N MUCH! after another comical night at geo's.. went to lynn to drop off em and her bo(lynn is fucking beautiful too by the way) i never really went there. bad reputation. the architecture is amazing. it was late late night and after getting a taco and the best curly cue fry's ever (i love the east for it's exceptionally good fried food) we went down to the beach. pre taco. i also talked to dan1 and it was really good. anyway. the ocean. i love the ocean. it was low tide and out so far. the beach was entirly flat and the orange yellow and green street lights reflected off the wet sand perfectly. the first thing i did when i set foot on the beach was accidently fall in a tide pool so from that point out it was fair game. i imediately left everyone walking staight for the sea. i let the soft shallow flat waves wash over my feet and follow behind me as i walk. like a little puppy. in complete trust. everything was so still yet the way the water moved was something different something like i've never seen. so inoccent. i guess these really rare turtle have been washing up on the shore. i hope things will be ok. i love the sound of the sea. it means almost everything to me and mostly why i never ask why.
