Day 02
From this: Day 02 - The meaning behind your LiveJournal name.
There’s a highway to, to the edge,
Once a night you will drive yourself there,
At the end of the road you will find the answer,
At the end of the road you will drink abyss.
I come down like a bloody rain cuts up flesh sky,
Pulse beating under,
Meat petals bloom in a bone garden,
Ain’t no god, no ghost gonna save you now.
I sell souls at the side of the road,
Would you like to take a number?
-- Hall of Mirrors, by the Distillers
I have thought of cemeteries more of resting grounds for the physical body, and while many cultures convey them as morbid and the terminal end of life, I prefer the interpretation that they are the places of life, in-between. I love that most cemeteries are adorned with the memories of people, individuals with a life story. I love that cemeteries are quiet and still, while life grows around and from them.
The Distillers' reference to a cemetery as a bone garden is positive and reminding of the sweetness in what is otherwise bittersweet and saddening.
There’s a highway to, to the edge,
Once a night you will drive yourself there,
At the end of the road you will find the answer,
At the end of the road you will drink abyss.
I come down like a bloody rain cuts up flesh sky,
Pulse beating under,
Meat petals bloom in a bone garden,
Ain’t no god, no ghost gonna save you now.
I sell souls at the side of the road,
Would you like to take a number?
-- Hall of Mirrors, by the Distillers
I have thought of cemeteries more of resting grounds for the physical body, and while many cultures convey them as morbid and the terminal end of life, I prefer the interpretation that they are the places of life, in-between. I love that most cemeteries are adorned with the memories of people, individuals with a life story. I love that cemeteries are quiet and still, while life grows around and from them.
The Distillers' reference to a cemetery as a bone garden is positive and reminding of the sweetness in what is otherwise bittersweet and saddening.