• Jump into a creation
    where life has no soul
    Where darkness and light are not different but a whole

    Where the skeptic shall shower over the Wise
    And the tears of the earth will be in one beings eyes

    Where the rising sun is dead to man and the world is like a grain of sand

    so tiny,and fragile we humans are but in our own minds
    we are far past humanity, heaven and hell are too far away from he who only looks at here and today.


    Where birds shall not sing and the earth shall not spin

    All these things are here with in
    My still painting just Open your eyes and There youll find
    whats already outside your door