My heart was in the telephone reciever...and you were on my doorstep.
Life throws us every which way like a perfect storm out at sea. If your the adventurous type, you can see yourself being dragged by the current upheaval of the waves, and the sweet release of your endorphines as you see the wave cascading down on you. For others, this is embodiment of terror. Others will drown themselves feeling there is no hope or help for them now. What case would you be? I can't say much for myself because I've found my persona to be much too fickle on many different occasions. I'd like to think, however, that somewhere in my own distant future, I can find myself screaming with excitement as my body gets tossed and flipped by the monstrous waves of the perfect storm of life. What would be entirely too fantastical is to find myself awakened the next morning after the tremulous waves dissipate, lying on a sound beach as the natives stand around and look in natural wonder, and slight puzzlement, as I cough out the remaining water and crawl up the shore. My hot tears staining out the night before as I rejoicefully thank the spirit above for my exciting rescue.
But that's just how I see things...
Plugs to lord_fluffy
But that's just how I see things...
Plugs to lord_fluffy