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?"
Friday, July 9, 2010
Listening to Wind.
I can hear the sly snickering of wind drowned out by the churning belly of the neighbor's lawnmower.
It's a shame I can't sit here in quiet isolation and contemplate the complexites of wind brushing by my skin.