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, November 16, 2010
My heart is a little mis-shapen, it's got funny warps and glued up cracks. Those are commonplace in this house.
My heart is a sad, gangly little thing-- more than just a little deprived of love.