Black-and-white is the palette of dreams
ive been up and out into the dark before the day started. its 30 degrees below zero and sqeaking snow made such loud sounds i winced and i wished id walked high above ground following non-written rule all creatures of the night folow
lt like i was disturbing some mystery while it was folding its huge wings before retreating to where the dark of the night finds its shelter for the day.
the day came by glorious and radiant
i hardly notices it being close to the state they usedto take for temporal death because of blissful unawareness its accompanied by i asume
but the dreams still run as vessels in the stream of our blood
one catches those dreams and writes them down and they become a pivot for someone else's chaos to arrange around and to succumb to peace
and this is a beautiful image, too:)
lt like i was disturbing some mystery while it was folding its huge wings before retreating to where the dark of the night finds its shelter for the day.
the day came by glorious and radiant
i hardly notices it being close to the state they usedto take for temporal death because of blissful unawareness its accompanied by i asume
but the dreams still run as vessels in the stream of our blood
one catches those dreams and writes them down and they become a pivot for someone else's chaos to arrange around and to succumb to peace
and this is a beautiful image, too:)