| Friday, April 16, 2010
the confusion has set in once again,
this time not willing to be palmed off on paltry reasons.
yet the mind cannot understand,
but even so,
the fingers continue typing,
in a beautiful dance,
clickety-clack,
rhythms flowing gracefully,
winding themselves around the very soul,
for,
music,
words,
dark,
wind,
purple,
alone,
what more could you wish for?
the purple piggy oinked 11:14 AM
