"Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.”
Mark Overby

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You left me in the dark. No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight. In the shadow of your heart.

Pulling me back. The sea keeps pulling.

Inevitable? Perhaps. Perhaps its meant to be.

Am I fighting a losing battle? Grasping onto something thats isn't there? I'm scared of losing myself. But perhaps I'm already lost, and I'm fighting for a ghost.


Beer fest.

I need to get a hang of not getting fingers in the pictures. But I am utterly in love with disposable cameras.xxx