<body> High and low tides <body>
Friday, May 8, 2009

I walked past a tempting plot of land and dug a grave.

Again.

Dig and fill and dig and fill.

When will this ever end.

A gust of wind traveled through time, moisting my eyes.

More than ever.

I must avoid walking through.

Agony.

Must stop.

Just walk out and walk on.

Please.

=(

I went off @ 10:47 AM