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The return journey
The plains once watered by tears and blood are now dry and arid. This land no longer sustains life, not even colour.
Wavering standards are left behind, crossing over the threshold of a rock hardened showdown. Even in a dreamscape, rocks appear as hard as reality suggests. But isn't there more to reality than just mere suggestions? Imagination.
Time accurately measured by moon phase; the old moon is on the wane, easing into a new face, a new cycle. A new epoch. But isn't there more to time than just cycles? Relativity.
The journey has always been one of solitude but alone is not loneliness. This leg is now free of burdens although the shoulders bear new wounds; yet wounds and scars hurt no more for wood feels no pain.
Alas, the catharsis is completed.
posted by Jammy at 5:16 am
2 Comments:
is the pic from somewhere or did u edit it to make it look like one of those paintings in the Surrealism movement?
its a collage of a few photographs that i have taken, edited in photoshop. The effort is most definately inspired by the surrealist movement, though i dare not say that it ranks as a surrealist work.
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