What ever happened to visions? Revelations? Lights and voices from above articulately speaking specific and simple instructions on broad topics that carry very personal messages for very personal people. No one is speaking from the skies and no one is listening down below.
What ever happened to magic and mysticism? Warm orbs of blue that seep through walls and grant wishes to the less fortunate that actually end up being a symbolic tool of an underground Lord for the horrible reign to come.
What ever happened to mystery and the unknown? Where are the eye patches and black cats that glance in your direction with the power of Death and then melt into the forgotten cracks of a damp sidewalk.
What ever happened to the strange and majestic? Pillars of white ivory that form statues of haunting faces and animals that sit on the side of the sea staring into space waiting for something we obviously are not waiting for.
What ever happened to the terrifying and obscene? Bulbous creatures scratching at our heels in anticipation of a weak moment in which we forget ourselves and drop our guard and reveal a small section of our hearts. What ever happened to that moment? What ever happened to the moment in which we reveal our hearts and the monsters in waiting leap from their hiding places and devour everything good and real within us? What the hell ever happened to that?
Will Morgan Holland Just Woke Up 