The artwork is provided by my friend Shellie Summers The stars are ready The night is clear Through eons of Nyx They quickly appear All crowd to witness The flight of paper things ____ Paper wings in moonlit skies How Boldly They soar over heaven Wings reflected beneath them. So Lonely The space between stars so few take the leap Diving into the night Chasing paper dreams Woefully Reaching through the stars yet never making it However This is the way some think Thus they drown in heaven never reaching the stars I like to describe depression as a series of conversations, sweet-talking me towards my own demise. The paper wings represent a hope that is frail and mortal. A mortal hope will die a mortal death; it is the way of mortal things. Immortal things never die, and thus hope in immortal things becomes immortal. Diving into the night, seduced by Shinigami. At times placing hope in a destination, only death seems to know the way towards. Beneath the depths of its pow...
A philosophical exploration of dreams and their relevance to the waking world.