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 10, 2010
Her scowl is a snarl in her eyes and a roar in her mouth. She tears you down when she dosen't want to.