If you believe in something long enough you will ruin it....

I have nothing to say. Nothing interesting has happened.


We walked down along that place I had never been to. Feeling the salt air and seeing the sky was all I needed to make me feel worse. I chose a rock and sat. Pink and blue and all the colours of fading day were mixing with the realization that nothing was quite right.
"Just go. I'll walk home."
"Are you serious?"
"I don't know."
I really wanted to stay. More than I let on. I didn't want to say why, though. So I got up and left. We came back the next day, but it wasn't quite the same. The weather was sickeningly bright; nature's burst of laughter in my face. I made it fun. Created things to be thoughtful about. Soaking feet. Chapped lips. Harsh words from waves below. Stepping a little closer to the edge.




"Our hearts pump dust and our hair's all grey."
-Modest Mouse