The lights are on
Soaring on the other side of silence. Wings beating against betrayal and heartache. Dark eyes searching the loneliness while black feathers carry him over the empty of his own expectations of the world. Hardened by his past and strong from his pain but, tired in his quest and questioning its purpose. The wondering eyes are drawn to something. A white winged beauty fighting gales of hate. Evil forcing her down into an unforgiving fate. Her body weak from the battle. His gaze catcheshers. Hope and life burn into him, blazing across his soul again. He powers against doubt. Reaching out with talons, sharp from harsh words and smooth lies, he holds her. Together they beat their wings against their troubles and shatter out of the binding silence. Now gliding over the world moments before future is written.
As time goes by our hobby is affected more and more by the other aspects of our lives. For some of us there is no problem in this what so ever. Others feel they are making a sacrifice every time they put the controller down.
While sitting in a movie theater, watching the screen, have you ever wondered about how things worked on the other side of that little window behind you? The projectionist, every child's hero, could be standing up there, sweating in fear, More