| Friday, May 27, 2011
the time has come again for one to wax lyrical about something.
what will it be today?
death, darkness or doom?
or happy sappy?
it really has ceased to matter, has it not?
for you see,
what needs to come out has to come out,
the words within have to flow out of the dancing fingertips anyway,
an elegant river, waterfall,
pebbles worn smooth by the water,
what once gray and unbecoming, now sparkling in the rising sun,
waiting in the wings for it's turn on the stage.
the purple piggy oinked 7:46 PM
