No more sketches for the summer.
The picture is fading, change the lens.
While I was staring upon the blood
drenched sky it came to me that we are forged out of fire and life
contains us under rather controlled circumstances. But once our soul
sets ablaze and let out the lonely cries it will echo through our mortal
world and the vibrations, will probably last forever within us.
Some vibrations will start to resolute
within us as our souls can only suffocate a limited amount of agony.
Screams will create screams until the day the vibrations have used
all possible combinations and is forced unite. And....
BANG
Someone, somewhere will, against their
will use themselves as the wall and another scream fades into the
night. We watch each other burn to ashes from a safe distance, under
controlled circumstances.
Just as I now watch the industry go
down in flames.
