infernodragyn

as the trembling ghost casts shadows across broken bridge waterfalls and snowfalls no more the midwestern warmth glides in quietly in the night rains as the moon reigns once more along pittering pattering paths pushing profusely down the simplistic irony of a dove in flight lost among the barren trees the eye sees what the mind beileves to percieve and the followers of the truth of the time of the life led in the pursuit of an idea of forgotten pain and forgotten dreams and forgotten the next line of this forgotten thing in my forgetfulness it forgot...---"Winter Torn"


Me Thinking...

So i was driving in a car passing others in their cars on the highway, late at night. I got curious, as i think most do, about what these other people in the other cars are about. What is driving them in their lives. Where are they from, where are they going. Does anyone else wonder, or is it ony me. An old couple, a young women, a man alone, two kids in the back, an elderly black man, a women in glasses, a thirty-something man in a red car with clothes hanging in the back. Where are we from, where are we going.