by John Doe 8 Replies latest jw friends
I remember blue,
Though red calls to me.
I can't not wonder why
You choose to stay.
The edge carves deep
Into the skin surrounds
And life trickles down
Dripping into a pool of blue.
A red iris opens into a mirror
Souls laid bare and glimmer.
But the iris seems blue,
And I cannot change it.
So I'll close my eyes and remember
The blue.
What gives my red headed friend?
eh?
Just random posting. ;-)
Alright because I thought I was going to have to do another suicide intervention here. Don't make me drive to kick your butt!
Ha ha. Nah, I'm not suicidal these days (unless Rosie O'Donnel is on tv too much), I'm more contemplative. ;-)
Ok. Just checking. In that case, Very interesting read. Has me thinking.
Thinking is a dangerous thing to do.
Ah, I read this one on your blog just the other day. I love this one.
I like it, very nice JD.
