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, September 17, 2010
Walking to school, I was stricken with a moment whilst golden leaves, speckled brown, fell in cascades and ribbons all around me. And I realized life is more beautiful when the mirror isn't dotted and the puddle lies still.