rocks you've collected

the tide is low and you are free to wander amongst the sea creatures. crabs scurry into their clandestine hiding places and you giggle. the laugh of a young boy. arms and pockets full of rocks you've collected. someday, your house will be a mess of stone. completely overwrought with pieces of the earth. the skies are grey and filled with the weight of fog. it is perfectly cold. you walk about trying to gather the torn and tattered pieces of your life to no avail. you build rock sculptures for an hour or so, and think of the last time you did that. missing. you are sad. you remember the last time you were here. two young children, your best friend, and you. you cry. sad. lonely. depressed. missing.

Posted by at October 10, 2002 10:16 AM

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