Monday, June 25, 2012

Words - III

I write in the night. The words often come in disjointed drizzles and solemn little rivulets streaking across the surfaces of images and thoughts like shimmering patterns of raindrops on windows. Some nights, though, they come in waves; the mind struggling against their torrents like a face upturned to the winds of a sea-storm with little deposits of salt: tantalizingly pungent, mothers of thirst, the seeds of feeling.

1 comment:

The Comedian said...

He's back...

Not?

DarkRoom is awesome for night-writing vaise :P