there are times when everything you say sounds like a line from Casablanca and i wonder if it really matters that i keep going away i am pulled out into the ocean by the waters taking hold of my footprints washing them away from the place where i stood just before this moment there are words that i never say to you because they are words i need to keep for myself words about mermaids about singing about water crashing on the rocks this is a tale too familiar call me Ishmael Return to WhiteSpace |