The holiest Dream

Come with me.
We took a back road.
We're gonna look at the stars.
We took a backroad in my car.
Down to the ocean,
it’s only water and sand
And in the ocean we'll hold hands.
A cinematic vision ensued
like the holiest dream.
It's someone's calling?
An angel whispers my name,
but the message relayed is the same:
“Wait till tomorrow,
you'll be fine."
But it's gone to the dogs in my mind.
I always hear them
when the dead of night
comes calling to save me from this fight.
But they can never wrong this right.

(The Killers - Bones)

Modern Hemy and Hauntie again. And yes, Bones is their anthem, at least in my mind. I really missrping Hemy and the modern world is what is left for me to draw. At least there everything seems to make sense and be allright.


<sub>Sad times. Very sad times. I hope I can still keep up the Thief and especially Nehema art. I'm not sure yet, but I'll try. As I'm really down these days, I needed to paint something to cheer me up, to remind me of positive, good feelings. Feeling, that keep you warm at night. The feeling of being loved.
Sometimes, a note can save your day. You wait all night for it and when you see the note in your inbox the next morning, you are happy as can be. When these notes are left out, when you know this person will never write to you again.... you know how I feel now. It feels like there is some piece of heart missing. And sometimes, there are two pieces of heart missing.


But there is hope. Hope dies at last. And there is still love left. Somewhere. In my head.</sub>

Inspired by: `mnoo