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, November 7, 2010
I fell into deep dark sleep; Another night without you. I guess that's okay-- it only makes me treasure you more, like the last green of a yellowing world. Tomorrow maybe I'll see that face that makes spring buds sprout anew.