Thursday, April 23, 2009

I will live through the places I go.
They will call me Alaska
Call me the ocean
Salty postcards carried to your ear
By the breeze itself.
say I wish you were here
And
I’m doing just fine.

4 comments:

Mary said...

Did you write this? It's amaaaazing

Rachel said...

Thank you thank you.
I really like it

Always Searching said...

oh, rachel. how i adore you!

Rachel said...

How I adore you dear angela!