Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Parched

I lay on my back... my hungry eyes desperately searching for a rainbow. The parched earth scorches my rigid back. All I am aware of, are the pores of my skin opening and urging the skies to pour down on me; tear away all the cobwebs in my soul; drown all the demons in me. Wash away all the inertia, disappointments and pain-
-so I can start living again...