i looked down at the lifeless body on the beach. the water washed against her pale white face, the cut on her face turned the water pink in the moonlight. i walked along the beach, and even though i was walking through the water, my feat did not get wet. my short black hair blew in the wind. the girl on the beach and i had a lot of things in commen, the first thing, was that we are both dead.
January 3, 2011