I was at the beach. Not really doing much, just wandering. And as I continued walking. I came upon an abandoned sandcastle. It was mostly intact, but old. How did it survive?
A beautiful sculpture of something real that takes you away somewhere delightful and peaceful and reminds you of peace and beauty before it gets washed away by a powerful force of God’s creation. :)
Donna
Does Frank Ocean live in a sand castle surrounded by red tassles from golden pillows or does he live sad and dumb and lean as willows or sleeping soundly with one of them chillowz
I live on an island. There’s sand everywhere. I often try my best to make a cliché sand castle, those things you see in movies. But from what i’ve learned, those rarely happen, and our lumpy concoction is always far superior.
I was at the beach. Not really doing much, just wandering. And as I continued walking. I came upon an abandoned sandcastle. It was mostly intact, but old. How did it survive?
A beautiful sculpture of something real that takes you away somewhere delightful and peaceful and reminds you of peace and beauty before it gets washed away by a powerful force of God’s creation. :)
Does Frank Ocean live in a sand castle surrounded by red tassles from golden pillows or does he live sad and dumb and lean as willows or sleeping soundly with one of them chillowz
we should have built ourselves
farther away from the shore
(the ocean will soften our edges
and purify us with salt;
but i don’t want us to last forever.
i just want to be loved
harder and rougher than i have
before.)
I live on an island. There’s sand everywhere. I often try my best to make a cliché sand castle, those things you see in movies. But from what i’ve learned, those rarely happen, and our lumpy concoction is always far superior.
you’re so sensitive
as sensitive as a dry sandcastle
one touch and you’re ruined
you’re pretty and confident
only when you’re unttouched