Remind me next time, and I'll forget I have feelings, and I'll forget my opinions don't matter to anyone. Remind me, and save me the trouble of caring later. Thanks.
The sands of time run like tears through my eyes, through my mouth, and I can no longer breathe or think or act to save myself: All I can feel is the burning of the merciless sun and the hot, diamond grain pouring out of my soul.
Wow, I'm spending lots of time in the water today. This is a rather pointless visual of my new oranda, Satan, named after that same karate man from that tiger picture. (It's best not to question much, but I'm God, and I'm always smiting him... Uh.. Yeah. :P)
Unfinished, and will not be. It's a good idea that I just kind of don't have the creative impulse to follow through on, and yet, I don't have the heart to see it sink.
I walk for miles on stones of glass, hoping I don't fall into the fathomless black waters. But with each step I take, I come closer to sanctuary, and when I get there, you will be waiting there for me.