VT Thor

Lost Canyons

Passing breaths in the winds

Music notes that fill your heart and imbibe into your being


Glowing lights reflect off of my paper heart

Hidden flesh that make the guitar strings dance in exuberance


Colorful lightning mind clouds filled with in-ambition and summer salt air


It’s a dirty road and no one comes out clean

It’s a life well lived and no one comes out alive


Tomorrow is not promised to anyone