Time PassesTime passes. Even when every tick
of the second hand aches like the
pulse of blood behind a bruise. It
passes unevenly, in strange lurches
and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Even for me.
Whywhy can't you see? The darkness should only bring out the light. It right at the tips of your fingers. Why dont you understand? I ve wrote of it, spoke of it , painted it in your mind and you cant grasp. I need your faith and i can reveal to you the world and life. Just take my hand and let us walk together.
The Room Was VacantThe atmoshere is haunting, as if
the darkness of the walls was
creeping up against your skin.
As you pass through the opening
the only sound you hear is the
echo of your own footsteps.
The scene before you unfolds
to a long, gray chasm. You
feel a cool, crisp breath gently
rushing against your face from
an unknown location. Your eyes
slowly adjust to the abscence
of the sun. You're left feeling
empty, and lonely in the vast