My ramblings....

This is not, by any means,...

Under no circumstances should you be left out
The frozen air quickly cascades and arrests
Your own beating breathing heart

Should I survey the brief landscape
That has so collapsed upon itself
Sending grass into trees and skyscrapers into their fellow branches

When feet meet sand they are struck by the sharpness
This once was glass and now it is apart of your skin
Just like everything else blown along

Newspaper on the windshield
I hate driving alone at night
That side is ment to be filled

posted by Unknown @ 8:40 PM