The sea does taste salty. (It's rather long, maybe the longest I've written. Please don't like it without reading. It's close to my heart) //caption// (I clicked this picture, today!!) What stories do those footprints scream? One over another, until they all merge into one oblivious unknown. Crushing the sea shells beneath the broken souls and tattered soles. It's night time, love. The moonlight is the only light source that makes the gurgling waves seem white. Hurling towards me with a pocketful of memories and a few jumbled up pieces of mist coated passion.
