gold ([info]stringhe) wrote,

IV. the tide.

"
and there's three, count 'em three, children playing on the beach. they were eager to learn, to be taught and to teach. there's veronica: she's biting her lip as she watches the waves turn white at the tip. and there's vada: radiating with joy and luckily she still can't stand the sight of a boy. and lastly there's dade. his hair dances in the wind, and he's wondering what love is and why it has to end
"
The Tide:Spill Canvas


i woke up to this song. my eyes were just heavy enough to blur my vision, and my covers were thrown on the floor. i reached over and grabbed the remote to my stereo. repeat. it was beautiful enough to hear over. and over. and over.

i then looked at my clock and groan. green numbers, all with the same glow. 6:30 AM.

i miss sleeping late.

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