• October skys that dim the day, these are what i long for
    an endless stretch of beach void of all sound but the pounding of the waves and my heart
    as the ocean grows more and more restless my heart calms
    this is what i long for

    I've watched this veiw so many times and yet every time i see it something has changed
    be it the beach be it the waves be it me but some thing always changes
    sitting in the sand and looking out to freedom, a freedom i may never know
    I just want to grow a pair of wings and fly away over this ocean in to the clowds and be,
    and be, what do i want to be?

    To be loved, to be free, to be in a place i feel i belong in, to be the me that i can't be here.
    Why dose the ocean make me ponder these things, i am named after this beach i sit apon
    perhaps my name has connected my heart to this place. Perhaps if it changes i can be free of this cage and fly free like a bird. so many things that can and can not be. but to change my name would not change who i am. I am a child of the ocean that can never touch it. i can only look down apon it form the sky and long.