This was a special request from Alex. (I can't find your profile, I'll send you a link via email)
It fit in with an idea I've had floating around my head for a while. I'm not very good with words but I've had this notion of The Neverever Man. He's the voice in our heads that says we can't do things. We'll never ever make, be that, get that, etc. It's the part of us that holds us back. The voice we listen to even when we know better. But I heard the story from his perspective. Like a withered old father who was just trying to protect his baby from the evil world outside. Road to hell and good intentions and all that.
Anyway, it was a lovely and sad little movie in my dream. I hope to get all the images out one day. Thought it might inspire some of our wonderful writers.
Tiny two by two square
this composition, quite simple.
prompt: "small things"
A few friends and I went to Glenadalough yesterday, it was absolutely beautiful. We stopped to take pictures in a beautiful little forest.
- Johnny Clyde Dark Testimonial
Sometimes I really find it difficult to say what I want to say, so I hope this makes at least a little bit of sense. It's long, I'm sorry.
misunderstood they've been through time
these princesses with no want of rescue
scales simply scars rendered into armor
fire is our savior
the heat regenerating our ever waking rage
consume me & take with you every breath I've ever had
I am no shrew, simply waiting to be tamed
remember now, I rule in my own right
so come near, dear, if you find yourself enraptured
scar for scar
scale for scale
rage against rage
our truth amidst the pain