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, April 11, 2011
Poem X - Mountain.
and I rise again.
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Day late. My weekend was havoc in the form of work. Sunday came and I felt completely drained.