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?"
Monday, November 1, 2010
Warmth in Another.
I'm looking for warmth in another. There is no heat in these tired eyes and bloodless fingers.
Just me, is like shivering on a sidewalk sheeted with packed down ice.
You and I together, we're the embers of an eternally stoked fire.