Jan 10 2004
You did not find me
You and your feet, you’re moving at a steady pace towards the scent of the sea, leading you out of the centre of the city. You and your feet, you’re aching after last night’s spontaneous decision to attend a very small scale party. It’s not just you and your feet aching, but moreso you and your very existence that throbs at the thought of conjuring up, at some point, tangible thoughts. With The Cranberries assaulting your aural senses your feet crush the pebbles below as you walk slowly, in zombie-like manner towards the sea. The strong smell of salt in the air is a refreshing change to the usual city fumes and you only stop walking until the water touches the tips of your shoes.
You did not find me, you did not find
Does anyone care
