purpleskiesatnight

Three women sat sipping tea and puffing at their cigarettes.  It was a warm, peaceful morning among the beads of roses and daffodils and the sweet smell of Spring, like a paintbrush in the artist's hand completing the whole scene making it close to perfect.  The women did not speak to one another.  It was as if a quiet rush of thought was passing through each individual mind but somehow telepathically connecting one to the other.  Nevertheless the sweet silence seemed appropriate and went well with the fresh scent of cut grass and roses. The few sounds came from a couple of random goldfish jumping out of the water and plopping back into the

Hey peoples-hope you guys like the recent pics. i've been tryin to put some poems and bits of random prose on but i haen't managd yet =( eather my computer's screwed up or im doin somefin wrong. anyways hopefully ill manage sometime soon caw for now

Some time my love you'll fly and smile Down to the river where it all happens One day you'll laugh at today and see See the blue sky shimmer slightly When the current is strong and the Clouds have cooked up rage you You can slip away from the world As quick and easy as a shiver And just as easy you'll be Painting all the faces that you see