deviant

okay, i don't claim to be a poet, but here goes:

i have a photoalbum of you in my head
standing naked in front of the sea
your eyes shut tight in euphoria
as the gentle waves lick at you,
water that glistened
running gracefully over your flesh
cuaght in the light of the moon
and i just stare,
watching in awe
as the water reached out to embrace you
and pull you into its confines
where inside...i lay waiting.

okay, now that's out of the way.

all day my mind has been going back to various memories i have of my highschool best friend. i haven't seen her for a couple years and i'm REALLY missing her. i just bought the new "ataris" cd and there's a song on it - "In This Diary" that makes me think of her. i think of her and can't help but smile - though inside i hurt for not having seen her smile in so long. oh well, maybe tomorrow i'll try calling her again.