Tragedy In The Suburbs
It seems to me like the diease of depression, has spread slowly and thickly like a fog over the world "we" know. Covering us like a blanket of ice that offers cover from the monsters, but no warmth or care. A good excuse not to move, frozen in a state of mind that is no state of mind at all, but a state of "not minding", any thing better than thinking caring or doing. Words are the new actions. Words disapear, but actions resonate forever in time, we need to find our spark just one little spark to find our way through the fog and melt the blanket of frozen ice and let the water seep into the ground and grow anew.
R.I.P. Mike Cole
R.I.P. Mike Cole