(3) Blog Entry

Late Night Thoughts.

I hate people with high expectations, It's like a supply train arriving four months early to the small village; who are utterly unprepared. Ever smell wheat in rain?

Bath me deeper in your glory
I rewrite your story sewn back into mine
I feel the gloss go quicker than the white snow
Back into the shadows, to another life.

I was out of coffee this morning, or possible just to lazy to check and make. Sweet little dark songs in my head. Nothing to no one. My new favorite, would be brilliant when writing my book.

Author's Note

My late night thoughts.