Sunday, January 09, 2005

all the works on this site are unfinished

Bury me beneath the ocean.
I've never been, but I've heard it's nice.
Let the waves wash away my sorrows, one by one,
as I lie near the golden sands of some far-off shore.
Surrounded by warmth, sheltered from pain, I'll dream my dreams forever.
Somewhere is the distance, volcanic activity will go unnoticed;
an enduring testament to the necessary instability of a former life.
Too bad I'm afraid of drowning.