John Rose
02-26-2015, 04:04 PM
..like that mysterious spark in the womb I am new, a living thing, mind alive and heavy with passion, my thoughts slip down to untangle my tongue and my thoughts are anchored to wet asphalt and gold street lights, the engine throbs and I feel it in my hands, I press the pedal deeper until I feel it vibrate in my chest, the rain finds me even in the shadows and dripping are my thoughts, a million drops falling in hope one lands on a warm mind and takes seed there and grows into something precious, we are all connected, invisible threads binding us together, yes I am born here today, perhaps reborn? Thank you for letting me loosen my pen, it is my purpose to share my tales, reveal my layers and uncover my angles, I shall return...