Rendezvous
17 August 04 : 03.01 AM
By the sea. The voices of the water so soothing, yet so dangerous.
I would have wished upon the crashing waves against the rocks, the midnight black sky with no stars, the glowing skyline, and even the ship with gawdy neon lights cruising by, but I didn't.
I would have wished upon these things because even in its diurnal occurences, there's just something magical to it. Don't ask me why.
I would have wished upon them, except I felt like there was nothing for me to wish anymore. Nothing to desire.
Why do I feel so worn out?