personal documentation of 'our' incomprehensible experience expressed through my perceptions and poems
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
The road side
Here it comes for me. The car roaring from the depths of evil. Destined to take my vulnerable limbs. Destined to put me further in a life of misery and beauty. Can I still write? If not, I can continue to dream? If not, I can finally die. Must our dreams continue to paint such beauty so effortlessly? The car just passed me by.