Sunday, January 18, 2009

Noah - Rodent love

'Find me, for I am lost upon a road. Swaying wild on tip his middle finger. Dust go left, dust go right, but never balance. I could escape with you, but such dependence rides on waves of only those whom you may truly trust. Another comment for to thrust amongst the shattered embers that his cold words embrace. My own creation, now to breath and separate. I wish only for gateways, and looking passed the glaze of the rest of life's eyes'.

1 comment:

  1. good to read you, im your first follower, you could be ours if you wish