I write so I can breathe. I am constantly evolving, mindless at times, frustrating even perhaps but heck, I wouldn't change the smell of freedom that comes with writing.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Grey Scraps

of words in simplicity
in the spirit of the thoughts it spews.

Hungry for wit
and the unusual
…seen it all
been there.

Hungry for meaningful substance
yet to learn
to unravel,
to muse over.

of thoughts
that will evoke
wonder and disdain.

Hungry for the fragments
that can move
and nudge me…

that lie in buried rarity
of the unusual and sublime.

Copyright Sandy@2010

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