- Listening to: angels and airwaves
As I lay under a midnight sky pondering about where I will be tomorrow, I suddenly hear a voice beckon… “come closer”, I look around and see only a grassy dark field…”come closer”, I stand and yell out “closer to what?”…”come closer” are the only words it says. I take a step, nothing happens, I start to walk, nothing happens, and then I run into darkness not knowing where I’m running too, but still I am curious. The moon and stars shatter and I suddenly fall into a random hole of pitch black. After what seems like a night of falling, I hear the voice say again “come closer” and I realize I’ve stopped falling. I get up and wonder where I am supposed to be going and I continue to walk because there is no other place to go. As I press onward, my senses say I am walking through…well, a kind of hell… I taste ash, I see red and orange, I feel warm, I smell burning flesh and brimstone and the voice assures me to come closer… it all stops… the flames and hell are over…and I hear the voice again, but this time deeper and warmer…it says to me “even heaven has an inferno”…have I died? Have I passed through hell to get to heaven because I am a sinner? Light engulfs me and I start to be pulled up into a happy dream. There is the voice again, it says “this is where children are brought when they are lost”, I yell into the air “I am not lost though, I knew where I was before you took me”. The now gentle voice asks” have you found someone that when you sleep at night, you dream about holding, a person that after 100 years, you would still love as much as you did the day you met, a person that if they were in any trouble, you would grow angel wings and fly until you see them safe in your arms?”…I stand puzzled and answer “no”. “well then my son, you are lost aren’t you?”
Would you seriously buy the print if I made the photo of Synester Gates a print?
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Feed your head.
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Living a lifes not hard enough, burn me a light inside!!
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Living a lifes not hard enough, burn me a light inside!!
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Feed your head.
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"You are responsible for the consequences of your convictions."
-Jack McCoy
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