2003-02-25 - 11:05 a.m.

before my family got truly fucked up we used to have this beach house down south. in south carolina.

it was a private island, so there were no tourists, and you could walk along the beach for miles, and not see anyone.

jim carey and goldie haun (or however the fuck you spell it) both had homes on the island too. i've never met either.

but i always had this one quiet place i would go to around sunset. it was this gazebo with stair going down the side of a small rocky cliff, straight into the water. the stairs just disappeared into the water. it was neat.

if you went around high tide, dolphins would feed feet away from the stairs.

i used to sit on the last step possible before the water hit me and just watch the dolphins. i always wanted to touch them. but i thought they would swim away, and i fear rejection way too much.

i cant remember being so content in my life. i can almost smell the warm salty air, and hear the song the waves play when they crash against the rocks.

*sigh* i want to be there right now.

have a good one.

later.