This used to be our playground. We call it the "Titanic" because the huge concrete ruins look like the infamous sunken ship on some angles. More than a playground, this place is our sanctuary on the beach, away from our little city, from our little worries. This is the place where dreams were once shared, stories once told, heartaches more than once bared. This the place where a friendship was forged. Through the years it has seen little of us, the Alon friends, in much the same degree that we have seen little of one another. With the seasons and the tides, the place has changed as we all have. The great thing is, they remain.
somehow we end it all there,we end it all and just go tom the motion of the wave,we all end it there,somehow...
mycoboy 5 years ago