Townsville,
Australia
Monday, December 3, 2007
Maggie island was alright. Cycled up and down the winding roads, and when i say winding, i dont mean left and right winding. i mean up and down. and it really is up and down. its like climbing hills after hills. And I realise i was the only genius who cycled, everyone else drove or used bikes. I found a piece of paradise to myself though. a vacant beach, the beautiful granite formation, the clearest ocean. i stood in the water for a longest time, waves crashing, barely holding my ground, wishing you were here with me. whoever you may be.
no pictures of paradise, its in the heart.
