Friday, October 24, 2008

On the road

A stranger in strangers' eyes,
I'm bent and I'm broken
i know where I'm going,
but where do i wanna be?
Dark shapes against a charcoal sky,
crossing bridges on a moonlit night
The wind whistles through my hair,
and the smog descends,
strangling everything in sight.

Random thoughts from recent journeys...
I like that words can bring back the images:) how about you?