Roi & Michelle
"Darkness covers the land surrounding the lake. The dew dresses the leaves of solitude in pewter garments drenched in grey tint. The smell of burnt gun powder still flows through every nostril as the twilight slowly hangs suspended in the frame of the mind while the colors that are formed slowly drip down the canvas. Dalí in his glory.
The One, stands at the edge of the tattered and worn pier. Viewing the small opening towards Heaven amongst the cumulus clouds. Clouds that are streaked with shades of grey, pink, orange and red. The battered cocoon of his metamorphic journey becomes unzipped, falling to the ground in pieces reminiscent of Autumn leaves floating to the ground. Emergent is the glowing splendor of The One floating above the Lake of Tears as he dries the tears off the trees that have so cherished it's presence. Above the lake, above the pain floating away from the desolation towards the Happiness of one's soul... "
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