Dry spells come and go,
but if I don't drink soon...
It is a bit surreal when I think about it.
How someone who was not long ago just barely more...
One long night...
and these books...
My stolen comforts nest
immaculately upon his dusty shelf...
Wonderment grows above in a form of colors,
sunshine washes over passing storm clouds...
Purple skies filled with glowing lights
Illuminated the path to God...
Machinery, is that all I am?
The sun had been abducted too soon...
One of us is with each of them from the moment...
They can see us in the light but not in the dark...
Ah've got somethin' tae say an' it matters a lot,
Ah'm desperate tae tell ye that ah'm a true Scot...
Oh my sweet friend,
at times your bitter side shows...
There is a moment
before...
2014-10-04
I perceive the world as music, my love...