RainRaindrops from the heavens above under Sir Isaac's spell, cleanse our world from the dirt covering our faces. Clear away the mud hiding our heart deep within and bring out the good all of us one day wish to achieve. Bring sadness and remorse to our souls so we can finally open our eyes and see the teardrops of a thousand suffering man all around the globe bursting through the clouds. Let us see the exchange between the earth and the sky, blurring the boundaries of infinity.
Kissed by the sunAfter making my way to this lost green paradise in the concrete jungle, I lie down and take this moment in. Arms behind my head, I look up at the sky, the clouds are carelessly making their way across the sky and hide part of the heavens, a clear blue looking into infinity. Taking it all in, I close my eyes and let my other senses enjoy this relaxing experience. A gentle breeze slowly comes and caresses my face. It makes it way, ear to ear, through my hair, gentle yet persistent. Then it slowly stops until there is no wind at all. I wait for some time, unwilling to get up just yet. It then hit me... with repetition. Waves of heat coming directly from the sun hit my whole body over and again, shrouding me in an almost mystical veil. Powerless against this mistress, eyes kept closed, breathing almost becoming mechanical. My body was nailed to the ground by this overflow of energy, yet I felt as if I was floating, lifted by what kept me down. The heat kissed my forehead, holding me agains
ShadowsLike every shadow, I disappear in darkness. After living this way for well over a decade it's just something that comes naturally. Do not feel bad for me; it is just a curse you have to bear with when you weren't wanted to begin with. Silence is my cloak and the surrounding sound, music to me, is my drug that traps me in the ruins of my own mind. I'm a silent protector; I guess that's what happens when you're an immaterial being. You get attached to those lucky enough to be someone and try to help them as we can. Being people of shadow, we, of course only appear in the darkest of moments and try to cheer you on from behind the scenes. I’m that small voice that maybe you have heard; that voice you silence trying to help you realise you’re worth more than you can imagine. But, when you'll no longer require our help, please hold your thanks. After all, when the morning comes, I'll disappear with the light.
Magic Forest, Tribute to David Arkenstone (part 1)What is this place? This forest is nothing like I would’ve expected. From the outside, it only seemed like an impenetrable living green wall, but from here… this is magical… The sun’s rays seem to ricochet of the leaves of the tall trees, drowning it in a relaxing white light. Everywhere around me, I can hear the sounds of the leaves as little critters pass by, not used to a presence like mine. Am I unwanted here? Perhaps I was never meant to stumble upon such an unexpected paradise. The thick vegetation make the forest seem endless, I can’t even recognize where I came from already. There’s barely any wind in here, the only breeze I feel is also the one I hear as it whistles through the higher leaves. Making my way forward is very hard as there is a lot of darker green fern covering the forest floor, but I feel compelled, compelled to keep going, keep advancing in this green maze. I might get lost, I might never find my way back, but these thoughts
Under the Sea of SandSun rising from behind the dusty eternal dunes of this vast ocean of sand, the kingdom slowly awakens. The shadows retreat back into the darkness, letting the enduring beings of the desert see the light of day. Lost between two mountains of sand rested a lost oasis. The water sparkled under the warming rays of this newborn day. A single palm tree was growing on the shore, firmly planted in the sandy grown, its broad leaves casting a shadow on this hidden paradise lost in hell. Hell for those strangers of this place, of course. The desert is a marvel, just waiting to be found. Underneath its hot surface thrives unsuspecting life, some of which only shows its presence in the darkness where the sea of sand lives anew. At first glance, one wouldn’t see those things, at first glance, one would only see the unending beach where there is no water to be found, but if one dares take a second look at, he might just get amazed by this lost empire of thriving and survival.