Sometimes the sea is rising,
Slopping up over the sand,
Then the sidewalks,
Then lapping at the steps of my sanity,
Seaking to draw me under...
I feel the call of the salt,
Salty water to salty blood -
Trying to meet without the (me)at in the middle.
My voice is text based messaging,
Indelibly silent and truncated
And the sea is calling me
Coaxing me down to ink.
Slopping up over the sand,
Then the sidewalks,
Then lapping at the steps of my sanity,
Seaking to draw me under...
I feel the call of the salt,
Salty water to salty blood -
Trying to meet without the (me)at in the middle.
My voice is text based messaging,
Indelibly silent and truncated
And the sea is calling me
Coaxing me down to ink.
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stormy:
thank you. i keep choking on the damn salt water though... haha...
phedre:
Thanks. My bank is investigating it now, and all that good stuff. But even so, if they give me the money back later, that will be great, but doesn't solve my rent problem today. *sigh* Oh well...