catboy353

watching people pass i think about how isolated people make themselves: each person is an island surrounded by a vast ocean but sometimes oceans receed and bridges are bulit: connecting the islands, letting people walk on other islands to leave foot prints, memories. and even when the ocean flows back into place and bridges are destroyed the foot prints will remain on the islands that have seen anothers foot and even if the foot prints are washed away by the tides of time, the deepest foot prints remain