northern-sun

When you are waiting for something time seems to drag on. The hours pass slowly as season through the year. Each minute resounds in your mind like the death knell from above. And when the hour arrives and nothing happens, your heart sinks slowly to the bottom of despair. Hope fades with the passing minutes, the hours linger like autumn leaves on a grave, only to be covered with the snows of your empty heart as it turns slowly to ice.  Is no news, good news? Can the heart be thawed by the warm sun of the coming spring, or will it be turned to rock crystal, forever alone and unmoved? O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders! O begg

Greeting and Salutations My Devious Compatriots! Another wonderfully melodramatic year has gone by and now we are well into the next. What thrilling adventures will we have; what extraordinary plans will we undertake; what illuminating visions will inspire us? Revelations and Prophesies will guide us through the dark and blind us with the light of Perception. Oh, the anticipation is all too much, so I have decided to reopen my DeviantArt account and see where this year will lead…. I invite you to this enigmatic voyage…. Vois sur ces canaux Dormir ces vaisseaux Dont l'humeur est vagabonde; C'est pour assouvir Ton moindre d&#2

I have been kidnapped by aliens these past two years, but now I'm back from outer space... What did I miss?