October 2009
2 posts
ideals(broken linear poem)
Today under a disappearing sun i witnessed beauty of nature, a fay like mindset.
The light on the green leaves colored golden brown, and brown fences turning grey.
I held my life underarm to brave the motor sounds on the paved asphalt on the once hills of this named city. But the simple noises of silences get the best of me. And i get weak for they have all the numbers and we have nothing but...
