The Interior Landscape

The interior landscape Here in the landscape of bushes and crippled trees silence speaks of the final peace. Grotesque dead trees with grey boughs stretching upward appealing to a fairytale God: “Give us today a new life.” There is only one god with many names you can`t trust him to hear your whisper in the wind. Those who do not understand this are doomed to endlessly going to casinos or nightclubs, unable to be alone the noise drowns out the ghost of god. Pale faces seeing a horror behind you or into a void which is the biggest punishment is to be forgotten. I shun not this landscape as it has been abandoned by man can only be peaceful.