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?"
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Behind me, sunlight on the leaves dappled gold hues that shine through the window and take me far away. A place I see on the borders of my memory. Hushed green and purple gray-- mountains sheeted with forest. Birds warble and I remember loving it there more than here.