The Deranged Imperator

Are we nothing more than blades of grass, striving for the notoriety we can almost touch, but never feel? Will we remain as blades of grass, one day to bloom as green as green will ever be, or one day to wilt and rust as we approach the passing of an age?

Seek the sleeping blooms deep within your souls…let it soar the sky to meet its self-ordained destination.

~ by deranged-imperator on May 6, 2005.