That picturesque central beat
We all enslave our desires to.
Thump, thump, feel
The fuzzy dogs barking
In watery afternoons,
As the tears scream from heaven
And gleam on the glass windows
A collection of thoughts captured from my mind and vividly displayed on screen in poem form.
I'm a 29 year-old wannabe writer, who enjoys a good dream. I'm also a big proponent of drinking liquid magic shell. My taste buds are partial to caramel, but any ol' flavor will do.