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

Wednesday, February 22, 2012


Your caffine spiked
hyper adrenaline rush
leaves a bad taste
in my mouth.
I long
for a glass of water
cool and crystal clear.
You bring me up
and I need to come down.

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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."