Well honey, the grass ain't greener and the wine ain't sweeter, on either side of the hill
Sometimes, there are mountains, flowing through a tiger's eye and into my vains. Life comes in it's picture frame, but for everyone, it is't the same. Shifting desert sands cover all that once was, and digging will not ever again uncover. They shall remain, forever hidden. For as the spike draws itself deep into the earth, numbing only the power of its own influence, the desert winds hide all that used to be, and ever will be. All that can be said is said, and all that needs to be said, will remain, undone...
...gotta love stream of conscience stuff.... I can't decide if it's good writing or not....but I suppose that's ok....it is kind of fun to at least take on a different persona and try to write from it... peace ;-)
...gotta love stream of conscience stuff.... I can't decide if it's good writing or not....but I suppose that's ok....it is kind of fun to at least take on a different persona and try to write from it... peace ;-)