perdidi musam tacendo, nec me Apollo respicit:
sic Amyclas, cum tacerent, perdidit silentium.
"And i find myself...
finding all my trails in treacherous mountains...
twisting jagged peaks..
bouncing violent echoes on soft bodies..
out of breath, feels like being alive..
and these static waves, ever rising in slow-motion..
ever looming.. over valleys of green fields..
and it doesn't matter how fast my peacemaker heart beats.."
A Voice In The Silence
"God I'm a tired jester
giving a face to those who
can't make a fist"
Capt_Funguy
