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 7, 2010
The smoke melded with the sky all speckled with stars. I was peering through, squinting my eyes until I realized I could no longer see stars.