In a way. Something like that, a balm to cover the wounds, but so often the balm is dry and does little to sooth the pain. The bones rise like knives screaming silently through the air. Every one is a story, a dream, a pray, a piece of a broken heart. The glow in the dark like dying fireflies, glisten with sweat and freeze in the cold nothingness, alone but together as one.
Very touching comment. I took a few days to re-read it and thinkin' about 'cause i loved so much this interpretation that is so closed to mine. I thanks you very much to share it with me, i appreciate it
Thank you. I'm happy I could bring some thought through my simple words. I apologize for the late reply as I couldn't quite figure out what to say that didn't sound vain to my mind. But I'm glad that my interpretation matches your that you wanted for the image, I guess that means I saw it in the way it was intended. So you're welcome,really. It was my pleasure.
I’ll have to check out the rest of your gallery more thoroughly some time too.