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
I remember being lightning dancing with the best; I was quick of wit and sharper of tongue.
Those days, like boiling tumultuous clouds, have moved on taking the lightning and brooding thunder with them.