Don't want to have me.
If you had me, you wouldn't want me.
Just want me.
Beaches are cold during the winter.
It should be winter more often,
it's more, original.
People don't like it, but I do.
Only people who love it, go there.
Cold sand stings.. it's not a pleasant place to stay.
Winds chase and there's always the fact, that I don't have a jacket.
Dragging your feet, makes it harder to leave.
Maybe you drag your feet, because it's harder to leave.
I like sunsets. They still look the same when the sand is cold.
Sunrises have attitude.
Beginnings always have more life than ends.
Cold sand wouldn't seem like a very appealing thing, except that you can't feel your feet or where you're going.
There's always biting water that will nip at my ankles. Or snap. And seagulls squawk because I'm the intruder.
Maybe the sea gulls squawk because they're saying Hello. Maybe they're just as lonely as I am.
I found some pretty shells.
They were all broken.
Unusual things happen when the sand is cold.
The sea spray caught my face, and I know it was completely intentional.
And the remnant of a child's curiosity,
urged me to lick my lips.
I savored its taste in the same moment that I spat it out.
Sharp and Bitter and.. Salty
Salt tastes good, it's almost.. Sweet.
Oceans feel cold, but only when the sand is.
The sand isn't cold enough to clear my mind,
maybe the water is.
It would take my breath away..
There's no lifeguards when the sand is cold.
I don't like sunsets, I like stars.
Stars only shine after the sunset has gone.
The beach is only pretty
when the sand is cold
before the day begins.
I hate the beach, but cold sand and sea spray makes me.. mmm