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

Sunday, December 26, 2010


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

1 comment:

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


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