I unravel into a revolt to feed the empty black sky with a breath so cold, so sweet, so daring, the effigies recline to their everlasting hiding. I feed the empty black sky. Hither breath so cold, so sweet. So daring that effigies reclined too. They’re everlasting hiding all the untrickled words. Hey […]Read more "While the Gods wait"
We staan een tijdje stil, Het is God’s wil. Apatisch wachten we op Zijn reikende hand. Zo zijn we nimmer aangeland… =========================== According to route We stand still for a while. It is God’s will. Apathetically we wait for His reaching hand. That is how we never made it…. (image via SimpleDesktops.com by (c) Guillaume […]Read more "Routematig"