ICARUS

Showcasing the incredible art of Omand Original I have repurposed some 'old words'

The morning light, dappled by closed eyes, spoke of another day. Eyelids cracked open to allow the dreams of night to fly away into the cloudy air, leaving us sad and unfulfilled.  Why do we dream? Why is there never an end we can understand?

As the world wakes all those dream-ends gather like flocks of birds and fly to the sun to be burnt to extinction, while we cry tears for those lost moments of understanding.