May 13, 2013

A beach bag that fits all my summer necessities.

Here we are with burning skin 
Where we've always been 
And we all collide In the rising tide 
Then weather in the wind 
We live our lives 
Like hands are tied 
And dead in days of dreaming 
Embrace the race Of every days 
But forsake the feeling 

Are we killing time 
While these days unwind?