killjoy loser
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
The sand gave just enough time to think about things I've been doing, or what I've not been doing. And to sum it all up, all I thought was: I don't care. It's all happened already, so might as well stop mulling things over, and wasting away one beautiful sunset and the company of friends. So I lie awake, watching the sun sink down the lining of the horizon, hiding away behind the Capones island. The washing of the waves against the shore, the cackling of the growing bonfire, the smell of booze and smoked barbecue and the steady buzzing in my head were the things to be enjoyed. No more, no less.
Laughter truly is the best medicine. And the fatal drug, memories.
smiled at the sun again @ 7:31 AM,
