Archive | April 2014

Memories

My family used to go to South Padre island we would sit on the beach with the sun shining like there was no tomorrow. We would swim in the mucky water and play volleyball. All those memories buried in the sand, deep under ground. Sand dollars, seaweed, and shells floating in my mind, the back of my head. Splashing my brother and building sandcastles, those memories sitting on the burning sand, waiting to be picked up or washed away with the crystal waves. The memories, those memories that floated away waiting for me to catch them with my net that’s too short to reach them.