Like the moon we borrow our light, i am nothing but a shadow in the night, so if you’ll let me i will catch fire, to let your glory and mercy shine…
Land of the Dead (South Argentina) | by Alexandre Deschaumes
You can’t change anything unless you can discard part of yourself too
Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold.
Death’s great black wing scrapes the air,
Misery gnaws to the bone.
Why then do we not despair?
By day, from the surrounding woods,
cherries blow summer into town;
at night the deep transparent skies
glitter with new galaxies.
Dan Merhar (USA) - Spiral Bird, 2013 Graphic Designs
More of me.
There are millions of thoughts inside my head, and it is like each thought is actually different person. So, I am very crowded inside. Sometimes, the thoughts are too powerful and I feel my mind is melting. I tried to express this feeling through pen.