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?"
Sunday, September 5, 2010
You and I, a pair of mismatched socks hidng in the dryer. we know we're wrong for each other, we know we don't match. And for some unknown, unfounded, unreasonable reason, we just keep coming together, like a pair of mismatched socks.