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?"
Saturday, August 28, 2010
The closest thing to a perfect moment was when we fled from scathing looks pointy mouths and bug eyes. We walked together across old train tracks as we swatted at mosquitoes because all they ever want is to suck us dry.