I was alone this time coming. I was alone the previous autumn, and some. I was never asked, neither was I told. Silence befriends this solitude. I’m a man destitute – of touch and spoken word. I’m a lone ranger in the Sahara like a lone Eskimo in the Artic. Behind this ice cold glaze, they never got to uncover. A veil of broken spirit was the nadir of my social. But yet, all I need was for them to pull it back for me. To untie the dead knot across my guts, or at least try. For them to discover – discover me. I never got to feel their warmth, but the chill of their fingers lingers. Free me, because I can’t afford to tame my demons. An inviting smile crafted out of reluctance, a mirage of acceptance. I held out my hands like a child yearning, am still waiting.
Inspired by one of my Flickr idols, Lee (LJ)
One of my New Year resolutions is to develop an artistic definition to my craft. Hopefully, I will.
Explored | December 30, 2009 #10
I personally love this piece so much and it would be a pressure to top this. I am so sorry for the idea of having to disappoint you guys with the subsequent uploads.
Textures courtesy of Cleanzor
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Would appreciate not having large/animated multi invite codes