dry and dusty
swirling dreams
cast aside
wrinkled, stained
tattered books
bound in sun-bleached bone
dry and dusty
hope caught
in webs of sorrow
hung in arid thoughts
desiccated and devoid
dry and dusty
memories shattered
scourged by fear
buried under sands
time worn and forgotten
dry and dusty
veins cannot bleed
heart and soul
worn and broken
cast aside
wrinkled, stained
tattered bones
bound and entombed
Gaming in MMO's as a father, writer and all round busy person.
The ramblings of a strange girls thoughts on anything to do with games!! have a strong love for films, comics and anime too!
to be worth sharing
Art shenanigans of Xenia Bougaevsky
I've seen things you wouldn't believe...
Veni, Vidi, Scripsi
Adventures in Watercolor Painting and Sketching, Watercolour Magazine, with Charlie O'Shields
There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign – Robert Louis Stevenson
mmorpgs, gaming, geekery
A little bit of everything, a whole lot of nothing.
For lovers of reading, crime writing, crime fiction
Where Writers Meet
HerdingCats is written by Liore, a stubborn holy priest who has been leading the ragtag guild Machiavellis Cat since May, 2005. She tends to write about healing, priests, raiding, guild leadership, and anything else that strikes her fancy.
Musings on games, recreations and play
Musings of the gaming kind
Ramblings of a MMO gamer guy 
One thought on “Dust”