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>.> I've a blue green aura...
Justin adn Tara came over to my house tonight and kinda wigged me out....
They went on about ghosts and most people that are connected to me know how that weirds me out at times and I am most assuredly a little wigged, though interesting enough, there is something cool on it.
Some of you knwo this, but I believe that I have a guardian angel with me at all times. I can not see him, but I can feel him, yes a him. And through feeling, see him. Justin and Tara said they could see him and what they described turned out to be a lot like him. >.> oh well, could just be coincedence. <.< F@#$ it if that is spelled wrong ^_^;.
Am tired and in need of sleep, oh, btw I am sick *COUGHS*
love,me-Chii
The waves pounded against the sands as if Triton’s rage had been tested by the tempest and was placed before her in its terrible splendor. Sand shifted under her feet as, with her heart racing, they took off like a bullet to the sea with body in tow. As determination pounded its war drums within the woman, she took a breath and dove into the cold water that refused any entry, pushing her back to the shore of her birth of which she had no intention of going back to. Strong arms propelled her under a wave, then with a twist of a knowing body, passed the undertow. This was her element, her freedom and by God she would claim it.
Gritting her teeth against the sting of the salt to her eyes, she rose to the surface to quench another burn. Her lungs gasped and gulped down the air as she broke the waters torrent surface. She was almost there, almost there. Another wave loomed in front of her, baring down upon its prey with a vengeance before once more, she dove under its assault.
“She’s almost there! Dad! Shara’s to the break!” Standing on the shore with a towel wrapped firmly around his shoulders to keep the wind from chilling him to the bone, Seann yelled out to his father who had managed to trick the waves and make it pass their barricade. Satisfied with his father’s wave of acknowledgement, his eyes returned to watching the progress of his sister’s plight.
Damn it! For the fourth time, she rose to the surface to take in the air for her greedy lungs. Damn! Damn! Damn! Another wave followed another dive. Tired arms strained to meet the demands of a determined mind, while exhausted legs screamed against the burn of defeat. I’ll make it…. I’ll make it damn you! The words sparked the fire that burned and drove it to flame higher, brighter. I’m almost there, almost there! Sliding through a thrust in the water, she twisted to shoot passed the next wave, only to find the wave more determined than her.
Justin adn Tara came over to my house tonight and kinda wigged me out....
They went on about ghosts and most people that are connected to me know how that weirds me out at times and I am most assuredly a little wigged, though interesting enough, there is something cool on it.
Some of you knwo this, but I believe that I have a guardian angel with me at all times. I can not see him, but I can feel him, yes a him. And through feeling, see him. Justin and Tara said they could see him and what they described turned out to be a lot like him. >.> oh well, could just be coincedence. <.< F@#$ it if that is spelled wrong ^_^;.
Am tired and in need of sleep, oh, btw I am sick *COUGHS*
love,me-Chii
The waves pounded against the sands as if Triton’s rage had been tested by the tempest and was placed before her in its terrible splendor. Sand shifted under her feet as, with her heart racing, they took off like a bullet to the sea with body in tow. As determination pounded its war drums within the woman, she took a breath and dove into the cold water that refused any entry, pushing her back to the shore of her birth of which she had no intention of going back to. Strong arms propelled her under a wave, then with a twist of a knowing body, passed the undertow. This was her element, her freedom and by God she would claim it.
Gritting her teeth against the sting of the salt to her eyes, she rose to the surface to quench another burn. Her lungs gasped and gulped down the air as she broke the waters torrent surface. She was almost there, almost there. Another wave loomed in front of her, baring down upon its prey with a vengeance before once more, she dove under its assault.
“She’s almost there! Dad! Shara’s to the break!” Standing on the shore with a towel wrapped firmly around his shoulders to keep the wind from chilling him to the bone, Seann yelled out to his father who had managed to trick the waves and make it pass their barricade. Satisfied with his father’s wave of acknowledgement, his eyes returned to watching the progress of his sister’s plight.
Damn it! For the fourth time, she rose to the surface to take in the air for her greedy lungs. Damn! Damn! Damn! Another wave followed another dive. Tired arms strained to meet the demands of a determined mind, while exhausted legs screamed against the burn of defeat. I’ll make it…. I’ll make it damn you! The words sparked the fire that burned and drove it to flame higher, brighter. I’m almost there, almost there! Sliding through a thrust in the water, she twisted to shoot passed the next wave, only to find the wave more determined than her.