my words run away with me
run away with my heart
and my thoughts...
that always seem so beyond my control
backround noises
shuffling footsteps
laughter
the ripples on the waters surface
the steady hum of the old motor boats and the whirring of propellers as they slice through the water
pungent odour of exhaust fumes
intermingled with cigarette smoke
stars far and few inbetween in the dark velvet sky.
the moon a smile looking down upon us all.

thanks for coming to get me.
*Huggies*