Monday, July 30, 2012

Never land

Nothing but the golden sparkles over the blue water… coming and going as the wind writes its destiny…

Nothing but the sound of small waves breaking against the rocks…

From where we are, we can stand up and look forward and it would be like the titanic…

Even if it is taking us nowhere… even if it might not have a final destination … it doesn’t matter… as long as the one holding the iron bar next to you… is a true dear friend …

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