whatever is rattling around my brain that makes it out my fingers. may contain bad poetry, decent photographs (all mine unless otherwise noted, and therefore copyrighted), yoga rants, and general silliness.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
not the norm
the wind is howling round the door, i'm face first down on the floor. the trees are wild, the light is gone, the moon is big, nowhere the dawn. if i live til morn i wonder why, i arch my back, and touch the sky.