4:13 pm - Tuesday, Oct. 08, 2002
Song:
Written:
Been itching to write and find it bizarre three periods into school and in English, I�ve yet to need a pen. I like to place it in my hand, it�s easing when my hands shake. I�m a bundle of nerves and bursting through my mind a thousand words and I want to run. I could fly if I wanted, because I�m ready to go. I want waterpolo for the power to slice through water, I adore writing in my mind while I swim through that chlorinated world.
I love backstroke, or floating on my back. I love hearing my heart beat and having every breath echo away in my chest. Just there, you can�t see anyone else. It�s all you.
Sometimes I like it being all me.