Webs of Crimson | Dream 2014

“You have to do this!”, her sister’s scream trailed off through the dust cloud billowing a veil between them. It was too late, her sister had been taken, snatched up before she had a chance to say goodbye. The stone cut like glass shards beneath her skin and the dust, like poison, as she gasped…

Knock, Knock.

Passion calls us forth into action. Passion evolves. Passion moves. Passion simmers until it boils. Passion strives. Passion pushes. Passion changes. Passion pokes and prods. Passion speaks. Passion walks through its own flames, screaming loud enough to be heard. But, passion also calls us to rest. revive or recoup … long enough to digest.  This…