Friday, July 11, 2008

Summer Motor

There's sand in my hair and salt dried on my legs, but the sea's foam whispers romances that draw me deeper into the sunless waves. Time runs headfirst into the water and the moon drops closer to the horizon. I trust my legs to wander, and for the first time it is my eyes that are restless rather than my limbs. I spend the rest of the night making eye contact with stars and wondering what the following hour will bring, as well as what the current hour will take away.

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The sun is in the sky for what feels like days before I finally lie down and sleep in the company of friends and ghosts.

1 comment:

tgrs said...

ghosts?
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1031062/Faceless-aliens-spotted-crowd-Wimbledon.html