empty streets, an empty sky and empty trees. i'm alone. but the moon is staring down at me. a bright eye, the pupil of an unseen face. i see things in the misty clouds that stumble their way into my sight.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
love burns and it's burning within me and the coldest solitude cannot ease the pain but the fleeting embers have no desire to die