"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Home.

The last hour
is dragging
it's behind
outta my life.
The next one
is looming
above me.
Time is
inbearable
when all I want
is to
come home.
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1 comment:

  1. Human ParadoxDecember 30, 2010 at 6:28 PM

    This one is cool JB. I know the exact feeling. You captured it with words.

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