I was waiting for the waves to wash over me
To sweep me to the ends of the earth
So my only worry would be the question of rescue
But would I really care?
With nothing to control,
there's nothing for me to do
but sit back and float on everything below me
The ocean is not dependent on me or who I am
It owes me nothing and does not discriminate among people.
It has no loyalty, no family to speak of.
It's earned its place, as I have yet to do.
So I wait, hanging by the whisper of the sea foam against my sun burned cheeks.
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About Me
- JJ Lynn
- I'm currently a freshman at NYU . I'm majoring in Film/TV at the Tisch School of the Arts. I'm supposed to graduate in 2015. Right now, I'm probably supposed to be writing an essay. I play a little guitar. By that I mean I don't play that well. Though a little guitar would be neat as well. I want to be a film editor when (if) I grow up. I play chaser/beater for the NYU Nundu, our very own Quidditch team. I enjoy Cheez-its, long walks on the beach, and oxford commas.
1 comment:
I think one of the biggest questions in life is where your place in this big ol' wide world is, and that def hits on that. I feel like the quest fro that place gives your life purpose and with out that there is almost nothing. I like the way you sorta showed that concept.
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