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, October 17, 2010
Missing Northern Lights.
A lightless sky, where have the Northern Lights gone? I can't see where the water starts, or where the trees bend, or when the night begins. All because of a lightless sky.