Jan 27, 2017
Random Thoughts: Odd Shoe
Flickering blue lights at a distance Emotions descending from notes echoeing across the stage Souls entwined with clandestinely sweet words uttered without a space in between ears and rhymes. And thy, lone as a star, lightyears a far furtively weeping with reason no one wants to bare. For of all the things to capture, it is the death by being the odd number in an even mated crowd that triggers her fall with no rhymes or reason at all.