snow flakes

Small white flakes drift down from the sky, back lit by a bright amber skyline. These flakes they touch everything, land on my skin; they don’t melt these flakes, they burn. Listening; nothing… an eerie silence and nothing else. I cough, again… and again. Blood begins to come with the coughing, as the dust settles and I finally get a clear view:  rubble, fire, chaos.

I look up and away from the pestilence, I try to see a star in the sky, but the glow is still too bright. I hold out my arms and close my eyes, pretending that these are real snow flakes, and we can make snow angles…

All is lost, at least for me. I take my last breaths remembering the good things; sadly, their aren’t that many. I think, “Look what we have done to ourselves…star dust, to star dust”.

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dawn; a new day.

The time is 7:15 in the morning, and I have just pretty much completed all that needs to be done for this site to function as such that it is. That is to say, it’s working fine for now.

I made this video today for one of my songs, “All the Lost”. Watch it below.

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im still awake; midnite redesign…

I bet you noticed? You noticed, Right?
Yes, I redesigned the site. It will be… different now.

“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.”
Vincent Van Gogh

More to come ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for partaking, come again won’t you? Hmmm?

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