Just another struggling artist trying to find purpose.
Write! Words perceived as grains of sand, the pages they fall on the world. They create beaches, deserts, great storms of sand carried on the wind. There is an ocean of words defining perception, creating history, evolving language.
By Joseph Marra7 years ago in Poets
Readily available to be angry. Under many conditions enraged, Feeling wrathful and your blood's boiling! All because of irate.
Every word a grain of sand. Alone insignificant, Together they find purpose. Shaping reality, Creating perception. A hapless pile of sand embraces the ocean,