I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Im not finished yet but just thot i'd post it
I remember when The streets had no name And a cold wind Blew around the houses A deathly silence Enveloped the town And yellow streetlights Cast a haunting glow Not a soul moved Nor a leaf rustled It was as if life itself Was holding its breath
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