Mood:

Topic: Blogs
We roam the mad and subtle world,
Our lifes' experience like the boiling, purple,
Dark and threatening clouds overhead,
Until an idea draws down the raging swirl of concepts in our minds,
Twisting down to tear and rend the landscape
built so carefully from fragile pieces
Safe places no longer hold before the natural force of change.
-- Paul Donley
And yeah, I know it doesn't rhyme. The words just came to me while I was surfing.
Posted by amoranthus
at 9:45 PM NZT