Current Residence: Otago
Favourite genre of music: Reggae
Favourite photographer: Me
Favourite style of art: Anime
Operating System: Xp Pro
Personal Quote: Be yourself, everyone else is taken.
River of dreamsAnd I lay down next to a riverRiver of dreams by Bladed-Truth
that I could never hope to cross twice
And I am no-one
And I am nowhere
And it is beautiful
All things striveA man made of briar and thorn, leaf and flower with eyes of oak, holds the turning world in the palm of his hand. A vivid emerald jewel turning gently in the palm of the wizened giant. An expression of great enduring sorrow creasing his ancient visage.All things strive by Bladed-Truth
Leaves and petals the size of continents fall from the giants sides, drifting gently down through space.
The giants head turns slowly to face me, oaken eyes look into mine. Everything blurs, colours fading into themselves, everything goes dark.
My eyes open, shattered towers claw at the sky around me. The careful order we built together lying ruined. To the west the sun sets, throwing shadows across deserted streets. A cool wind whistles through the shattered city, carrying with it the cold smell of decay through torn and broken skyscrapers, around the rusting wrecks of cars, blowing gently against my face and through my hair, bringing with it the smells of the dead city, and something else... New life.
I look down, between the cracks in
Eye of the hurricaneI stand alone, night wrapped around me like a blanket, cool yet soothing, thunder shakes the ground with it's intensity, shaking my body like a leaf, and the wind screams through the long grass, a writhing ocean of shifting darkness. Lightning crackles accross the sky, illuminating the plain, then falling back into shadows. The deep smell of the wet earth fills my head, like a singers baritone carrying me with it.Eye of the hurricane by Bladed-Truth
Rain drives almost vertically, lashing against my face and chest, I stand in the middle of it all. Insignificant against the raw power of the storm, not resisting it but letting it all flow through me. Letting it carry away my fear, my ambition, my desire, my hope. Lightning shatters the clouds, revealing a cold and brutal sky, feeling no pity, no care. Indifferent. And in the middle of it all, there is me, and I am at peace, and I am alive.