Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart.
"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Can't rid the chill from my bones. I think my heart is freezing over. What will it take to thaw the frostbitten marrow? Please say you'll love me, because only the meaning warms my fingertips.