I find myself prowling the channels
Like some dark beast
Hell-bent on destruction
Or damage at a premium.

I prowl closer, and closer
But, seperated by the void,
I cannot reach close enough.
My claws only graze the prey.

Hindered, I return to view the spectacle from a distance.
A method, no doubt enduring until that time, my
Apocalypse.

A Spark, or a Doused Flame?

I debated it in my mind.
A War of the Roses.

Rationalism vs reasoned debate.
There was no shortage of answers.

Chinese whispers, what was it?
Steely glare or a trace of warmth?

My mind jumped at that idea.

Aerials

Weathering

Your head is set.
It's a piece of rock.

And no matter how much water flows over it, or how many clouds pass it in their blue sphere
It won't be changed.

Not even the sharpest, most violent earthquake can crack it down, or shape it.

Formed long ago, through slow processes. It remembers. But it forgets also.

From tiny grains, it is hewn, rising to the surface eventually.
Now it's there, it's part of your mountain.

I've sent my rainstorms, my frosts, my baking sun.
I yearn to break it off, to send it hurtling down the mountain into oblivion.

But it won't budge, it never will.

"I'll sit and wonder of every love that could've been, if I'd only thought of something charming to say" - The Sound of Settling


"Squeaky swings and tall grass, the longest shadows ever cast. The water's warm and children swim, and we frolicked about in our summer skin." - Summer Skin


"If I could open my mouth, wide enough for a marching band to march out, it would make your name sing, and bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings" - Marching Bands of Manhattan


"And it came to me then, that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time." - What Sarah Said


"I wish the world was flat like the old days. Then I could travel just by folding a map. No more airplanes, or speed trains, or freeways. There'd be no distance that could hold us back." - The New Year


"On the back of a motor bike, with your arms outstretched, trying to take flight. Leaving everything behind, but even at our swiftest speed, we couldn't break from the concrete - In the city where we still reside" - Brothers On a Hotel Bed


I do really like Death Cab.
So many different sentiments covered, all with human experience coursing through them. Easy to see why?
If you haven't looked them up already, I suggest you do so.

The final tribute
The last respects

But now everything's done.

For those with a hole still in their hearts,
I hope that you can find solace.
Remember that our memories can bring a person back to life within ourselves.

And so, allow him to live forever, let him not be forgotten.

Evagelos Siaflas 21/12/1990-24/9/2009 RIP