Friday, August 19, 2011

Venetian Prisons

Decadent Glory
Crumbling Beauty
Cascading History
Decaying Grandeur

I feel this sometimes. Tonight I cannot sleep and feel more of the restraints than I care to admit.  I crave change, yet I feel powerless.

That Feeling . . .

  You know that feeling that's hard to describe because it doesn't fit neatly into words? Yeah, that one. It doesn't matter if i...