Monday, April 13, 2009

Heart throbs

A staccato beat drums in my mind. Like rain, pelting on a window, fierce and relentless.

The thoughts, streaking the glass of my mind, are just as cold. Just as wet.

1 comment:

Mantramine said...

Huh, are you hiding in my house somewhere? Your saying words that fit me - like we're sisters sharing the clothes....

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