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I waded into the water. I felt the sand in my toes and suddenly a shark came up on me and asked me for a cigarette I said sorry shark you shouldn't smoke it will kill you.
Held. Everything started because you held my hand. I didn't even want you too. You held me and kissed me, I then told you to sit on the other side of the room. We snuck out, we held each other. You had to leave, we never held another so close. I held my plane ticket, shaking, the first time I had ever been anywhere by myself. You held the car door open for me as I got in your old truck. I held on to your neck the whole way to your house. I held the phone every night until it got hot on my cheek and I fell asleep. I held myself together waiting for your plane to arrive. I held all of our seashells we collected for hours. I held you the last night, not knowing I when I would see you again. I held your love, your lies. I held on. I'm still holding on. You let go.
No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you
I ain't about to pay for this shit
I can afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
and on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine
-Regina Spektor.
I have always wanted to do the typical cliche backpacking across somewhere ordeal. However I can hardly walk around downtown Charleston with my school bag. So a road trip would be more practical, though camping would certainly be involved. Montana sounds nice.
Montages are usually sad. I think If I made a montage it would be sad. It would probably consist of pictures of people who I was once close to and now treat like strangers. It's a bad habit of mine. The music would be killer though. Probably lots of Avett Brothers and Conor Oberst.