© Niranjan Noel Joseph

Β© Niranjan Noel Joseph
“This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or she is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.” ~ Barbara Kingsolver, Prodigal Summer

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Xxxxxtamine

One whiff of Xxxxxtamine,
Takes me to places i've never seen.
One sniff of Xxxxxtamine,
Transports me to places I've never been.
One taste of Xxxxxtamine,
Makes me feel Reality is but a Dream.
One fix of Xxxxxtamine,
Better than LSD, Coke or Heroin.

~Dedicated to Xxxxx.~

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

nice colours ;)