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?"
Thursday, July 29, 2010
I take another gulp and realize that my glass is empty. I stand up slump into the kitchen and fill it again. I sit back down and stare at the empty white before me then I realize that my glass is empty again.