An orange hue permeates the bedroom wall as the restless man tries to find an escape in his sleep.
Sleep is the only place in which he is truly free.
The radiating lantern outside which emits the light bravely faces the approaching thunderstorm.
The man begins to lose a grip on reality, and drifts into a zone where his shackles have been removed.
All the while, the lantern remains unmoving;
Taking the brute force of nature while receiving no accolade for its service.
So this one goes out to all the lanterns and lamps which have stood so proudly to provide light in times of dark. Illuminating pathways so that those who cannot see are able to do such.
Vision is everything to a man who can't see.
I ain't no lamp, but my wick is burning low.
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The Low Anthem. Love 'em. Been to see 'em in Nashville, Indianapolis, Louisville, and Indianapolis.b
So hey, LtG, I just caught up with you and your blog. Good readin', good thinkin', good.
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ReplyDeleteCan't say that song was necessarily my cup of coffee, but I can appreciate it for what it is.
I was crusing your Songs of Innocence and Experience and was particularly comepelled by a specific quote that said "You never lose the things you love."
Got me to thinking.
Anyways, your work inspires me to keep writing.
I appreciate that, brother. I hope you can keep writing as your life gets busier. It's hard to do, but well worth it--especially when you look back on it. Your future self is going to need some of the things you say here.
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