where it is safe to feel unpopular;
where my madness, my music and my mayhem come together, creating my magick; where friends are welcome, anytime, as long as they leave their negativity at the sturdy, well-worn door. MY fortress. MY strength. MY space.
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?