Sunday, March 6, 2011

The shells I find on the beach of my mind
Skeletons of what I once believed
They crawled along the ocean
Moved the sand along
They crawled along the ocean
Tried to be whatever they could

I don't know what's good
I don't know what's crawling in the sand right now
Polishing the rocks
Swimming in my tears
Swimming through the fears
What made those skeletons drown?

I love being near myself
I love being here by myself

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