The rain seems to always wash away the pain, but inside every gap of this ordinary town will be people; carrying umbrellas, shielding themselves from this eccentric beauty as the sun hits the precise angle that will create the shadows of our favorite silhouette and I will remember that you were the only person who gave me my perfect storm.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Are We Moving too Fast?
I've heard them say that all is fair and well once we reach the ends of our desires
But tell me how in the hell do we know when and where it ends, when no one is willing to stop.
There is no end. We all need, and our desires are unquenchable fires, reignited every day; every time we think about the word 'love'.
ReplyDeleteGreat writing. Looking forward to your future posts.
- michael