Source: night-man.com
Let the colors splatter and merge.
No need to mourn the mess.
Magic flows from the artist’s hand.
Beauty to soothe one’s stress.
Source: night-man.com
Let the colors splatter and merge.
No need to mourn the mess.
Magic flows from the artist’s hand.
Beauty to soothe one’s stress.
Beauty marred by destruction.
An oasis scarred by evil.
Florida promises sunshine.
Oasis delivers death.
Do you still want to visit?
The Dead are waiting.
The Dead Game
Source: night-man.com
Let the colors splatter and merge.
No need to mourn the mess.
Magic flows from the artist’s hand.
Beauty to soothe one’s stress.
The beauty of nature.
It is a living and breathing
sculpture.
It entices us.
It bemuses us.
It challenges us.
But most of all,
it inspires us.
Inhale.
Hold it.
Exhale.
We must not forget
to stop, take a breath,
and breathe.
Antennas search for sound
as wings take flight.
It leaves too soon
on the puff of a breeze.
For one precious moment,
you held life in your hand.