the omens they speak, telling tales of warning and sacrifice. they scream for you to listen. they’re more aware then we are of our own waking day. time and consciousness reverse.

you’re an omen to the world now with the choice to act on your thoughts, or listen to the world in your dreams where you understand feeling. but we ask ourselves, is it possible to face feeling alone?

time begins, with a classic end, and we do more then embrace it. our feet firmly planted to the ground like trees, all we do is grow and age and attempt to make our own worlds a pleasant place.

its like “try, try again” until you’ve got your own world in the palm of your hands. you’ve got everything you need, including everything you dont want. will you fly? will you conquer every fear? or will you drown deep enough to the point of losing all of your senses? is there no limit to how high? is it possible to sink far enough to end up right back at the beginning? the beginning that really feels like the middle, where balance surrounds your soul. the endless chances, with endless possibilities.  sink or fall? sink of falll?

“call dont fall”

“fall dont call”