Subtle Light – June

W eek in frames brought to you by Ashtonesia, the month of June, with twists, turns and mermaids with the beginning of summer at hand and the death of a child that I once knew. Bad dreams following photos that made themselves visible unto me like a puzzle that is putting itself together and a voice without a body to identify who when and where it will all happen. As I hang from a cliff with just my fingers pressed into the stone there came a shoe with a sole of steel that crushed them so hard, I fell thousands of feet down below, as I felt my body splashed upon the rocks, laid to bleed out into the afterlife. It’s a breath of fresh air to relive the pains that reminds you of who you are in a critical world where many preach the words of love but beneath it all, covered with ink and wet papers.

The sun did rise again, and the light shined that breed new life regardless of the death of one body to the next. The walk that is always a frame, the light that wakes the darkness and makes it flee, I always want the best for the rest of us that do not understand, frame after framing your vision passes on until it begins to shut down is when you begin to count them endlessly.