days of yor
so yea, i was looking in my whicked long timeago u journal.... and i really liked this entry so.... i'm puting it inhere. its a description of the beach, my beach, and it makes me whish it was summer. also its.. kinda weird.. but w/e
in sitting in the sand that is wavie from the salty breaze that is continueously blowing. the sand is as soft as silk and the sound of waves is relaxing to the mind. you are alone, meditating. the skys are blue and and the salty air fills your lungs with its soothing smell. between the sound of segulls calmly cawing and the waves breacking your mind is at ease. the wisper of the ocean calls for whoever listen, and those who can her its pretty song are releaved of everything. the warm sun beating gently down on your body as u take in all that is arownd you, you can feel your self baking, a new tan. when in the ocean the salt water sooths your evey part and heals all that is wounded.
ttfn
in sitting in the sand that is wavie from the salty breaze that is continueously blowing. the sand is as soft as silk and the sound of waves is relaxing to the mind. you are alone, meditating. the skys are blue and and the salty air fills your lungs with its soothing smell. between the sound of segulls calmly cawing and the waves breacking your mind is at ease. the wisper of the ocean calls for whoever listen, and those who can her its pretty song are releaved of everything. the warm sun beating gently down on your body as u take in all that is arownd you, you can feel your self baking, a new tan. when in the ocean the salt water sooths your evey part and heals all that is wounded.
ttfn