Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Our Planet's Craves & Crazes

my mouth is dry like the end of the desert i have just reached
ice cream coloured stars on the horizon
i think of you, tucked in bed far away, of your tender touch on my back. out here i hear the wind, but not what it has to say to me.
across the desert lands lies something deadly. travelling gave me a rush, from the seven continents on earth there still wasn't a view that took me away like this one. the dangerous horizon, the stars leaking colour into one another, that mixtures of sparks and passion. 

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