Oil has washed up on Pensacola Beach. My home is now polluted and destroyed. I feel so helpless. It's like watching a close family member or friend die from an illness that's curable, but they are unable to afford the treatment. I know I am not alone in this sentiment, but I can't help feeling isolated and impotent. All I can think about are the many long summer days running the sand dunes with my sister and cousins, 'surfing' the dunes with old Nash skateboard decks, playing in the waves and wiping out, watching schools of dolphins pass by in the distance, getting sand all over and not caring, the glorious briny smell of salt-water and seaweed, watching the sunset look like fire in glorious contrast to the crystal clear water...and knowing that I may not again have the opportunity to create any more memories like these in my lifetime. My friend is close to death, and with Her a part of me will die, too.
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xxjcblackheartxx:
babe i really do try but....its hard when everything from your career to your marriage depresses the fuckiing hell out of you....i think i may get out soon...i always said i would leave when it becomes to difficult to bear...ie stupid shit....i may extend jus to get my E-6 and then blow ....contract while i finish my degree what about you
fuck:
That's horrible. We are going through the same thing now here in Michigan. It's not going to hit my hometown though so I can't imagine what that feels like to bear witness too. I hope at some point everything gets better down there.