What? What?... What? |
I can smell the days gone past, I hear them in the echos of my memories, I can touch them as if in a dream; I feel them, but when I open my eyes, they vanish once more. I have tried to love the future...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 01:26:00 GMT |
Arbitrary |
Bird rapture talon feather bright soft unfolding capture hearts and rend them from the body. Yield to my truth unfettered cascade from sun kissed highway. Molten body strewn, I am your window, I am in...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Oct 2008 17:37:00 GMT |
