Old Artwork from 2011
"Smash the grass into a mat. Your feet are slippery with dew. Claws ripping up dirt and earth.

Run through the fields, over the hills. Frolic in thick weeds that sting and slap your cheek and sides. The ultimate symbol of freedom, to run wild like the beasts we hunt.

Clouds loom over us like a milk white ceiling, they foretell the weather with their faces. The wind sculpting their tall and fat forms.

The sky darkening behind it is filled with the fortune telling starts that whisper of the future.

We shall ignore their words and heed only our hearts racing beat as it pumps the raging fuel through our body. Run till you find the end of the earth and let the waters swallow you once again to rebirth."