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, September 14, 2010
Need wings to relieve stiff, raw bone. Need eyes that are dark, veiled and sultry. Need words that don't buckle like nimble fingers, spagetti bridges, and brittle noses.
Because without those, all you are is a wilted caterpillar.