life isn't measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away...i am yet to live...

The madness of the sea bashing onto my sunken feet in the cold quicksand...a feeling of belonging to something so powerful i can't seem to overcome...
soft breezes of crisp salted air caressing my cheeks under the semi-lunar moon...

i look upon you and you try to tell me something...your voice muffled by the crashing of the tides...

clinging on to those last thoughts...i whisper farewell...our reminiscing must end here as the voice of reality bwildering me from behind..calling my name once again...sarah...sarah...sarah...