Sunday, December 04, 2005


All clouding my mind
My heart beats faster than a thousand horses throttling down a small hill
As the hobbits sleep underneath
I want to fly. I want to go and run and catch the clouds as they lay toasting under the sun
But then I still have to sit here and burn my nostrils.
Trying to content myself with the strings in the air floating
Trying to capture my attention, as I attempt to glance
And pause for a short breath.