there somthing about changing clothes that soothes the troubled mind.

changing from jeans to a soft pair of sweats effects you.

my brain wont turn off and i cant seem to type right..

i want to wake up on a beach.. with my friends in a huge bed...

in the center of the sand, no boxspring or headboard just a matress

and the sand is from an island we are on. we are far from trouble

close to excitement and ready for the day.

but as i write this.. rather... type this.. all i want to do is fall

into my bed. im sitting on it.. my island.