Alex Raines

The world around one’s being is a personal relationship with death, for when one gazes into darkness the eye only sees light. That one second of serenity can mean the world to the man whose blood, dripping warm from his mouth onto the dirt from which he stands, spills for a world that hasn’t seen an ounce of light. So what message has the courier of time delivered to one who wills their life for that message to be transcribed on a monument that will not stand when the Eastern Star wakes the very foundation on which it has been built? For voices speak from the mist about life at it’s darkest hour, and when one hears it’s echo they do not listen for it’s cry.