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

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Hunted.

In my head my thoughts
are like helpless rabbits
hunted by the red fox--
frozen like cinder blocks,
my fear--
I cannot command it.
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  1. Human ParadoxDecember 15, 2012 at 6:50 PM

    JB your writing is excellent. You capture the complexity of experience so well. I appreciated your words about that BC girl who took her own life. Living can be tortuous and yet people are such ignorant slobs to each other. I must say that my latest post was really a bi-product of all the media bullshit surrounding the terrible mass shooting in the US. It's amazing how people feel the need to pontificate even during the most tragic times. Sometimes people just need to shut the fuck up and figure out what's wrong with themselves first.

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