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 15, 2009
I'm feeling these long lost feelings. The vague imprint of it, still in my memory.
Withered Butterflies, that flutter again. The pounding of my quiet heart, shaking my whole world up.