Saturday, January 3, 2009

Sun Down


there's some sort of rage and fear that sits, motionless, behind my eyes.
when the sun breaks down,
i do too,
and we hide in the darkness together
because i found something beautiful and reckless
and it's slipping through my fingers faster than i can

hold on.

1 comment:

Jason D. Hunter said...

The night brings out the best in people, I think.