The Lightning Strike



What if this storm ends?
And I don't see you as you are now?
...ever again?

Snow Patrol- The Lightning Strike
A Hundred Million Suns (2008)
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Anonymous said...

Echoes transcends for being the memory of time, echoes, the essence of memory which let us to open our eyes and keep staring, storms may pass, and certainly the constant motion even at the eye keeps us moving and moving around and around. Hear the sound of the storm, trace the movement, shadows and lights mark special halos along the storm, chaotic perception that arose some words wich will yield the composition among the lights and shadows. Keep watching... you will see that storm has reminiscences through echoes but mostly through your own echoes... staying at a line that continues an irregular path, forecast is a guess, the actual line still keeps hidden and for an instant, it will be the horizon in the sky.

A composition may be done through eyes or hearing but is what you feel what keeps written, the line is what you feel, extraordinary senses is what indicates the company in this post. Let the storm keeps it's own path as every single moving moment has its own shine and for certain

Shine, shine, the light of good works shine

BTW You've got new labels!! :)

6/11/08 8:19 AM  

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