fredag 13. februar 2009

A fun thing happened during my descent to hell

A new day and words are written. It does not need profound meaning, all you need to do is write. Fill in the blank spaces with your pretend names; Aviagriel and Ardaviel, where angels fly around and sing the songs of anicent things. Sometimes they float motionless through the silencium, pondering the rich riddle of existence.