Friday, March 9, 2012

Where do I fit?

random thoughts enter
Where do I fit?
A question with no answer
Running me in circles
the only certainty in my reality
Is mired in dull, sad somber shades of solitude and strife

Observation at a stoplight.

Observation at a stoplight.

The sun has beaten tones of bronze and red into her flesh
As she waits, residing on her two wheeler.