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, October 5, 2010
Ash in an Ashtray.
An ashtray, glass that no longer glistens with geometric shapes-- there's too much ash in there. It used to be a thing of beauty. Now it's a sorry state of it's former self, like hands that tap ash into an ashtray.