Martinis and meadows
Crayons converted to stained glass and vodka drenched watermelon slices
colored of permanent rose are new favored vices
Concerts under more stars less sky with notes intoxicating enough to favor me a faster drunk
Pure white stilettos put to pavement and paint brushes to paper until they're worn and torn and made of junk
Antiqued and ( Read more... )

My insomnia was on Nascar overdrive last night, so I hope I'm able to coherently and clearly express my thoughts. One of my attempts to arrive in slumberland is to read. My recent choice being "The Secret" by Rhonda Byrne. Attempting to explain the book in a nutshell: Through the accumulation of the thoughts and beliefs of centuries of brilliant ( Read more... )