Let’s call me a baptist, call this the drowning of the past
She’s there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back.So swim until you can’t see land.
I let it wash over me and started anew. It was cold and it was frightening, but it was new and I had never been so happy.
[ evoke | an unwritten life]
Reblogged from a king of kings.
![Let’s call me a baptist, call this the drowning of the past She’s there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back.
So swim until you can’t see land.
I let it wash over me and started anew. It was cold and it was frightening, but it was new and I had never been so happy.
[ evoke | an unwritten life]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8aoslxQts1qzohdro1_500.jpg)