
This magnificent piece was done by the fantastic
Nomax and it comes with something of a story!
I said I was going out.
I think I was headed to the park at some point. My head just felt heavy and I wanted air.
I think I was just… sitting… on a bench. The sound of a million crickets filled the silence of the night, like a cacophonic harmony. A million chirps. A million… a million things going through my mind. So much… so much to ponder and…
Stop.
I took a deep breath.
Inhale.
1. 2. 3.
Exhale.
And then you weren't there anymore. You were somewhere else. A bus? When did you get on? Why did you get on? No one looked at you. You were just there, just another person on there, going somewhere, someplace, for some reason. Just a passerby, you were just a face in the crowd. Your gaze transfixed at the sign upfront, the words made sense but you couldn’t read them. Your thoughts drifted from the words, from your emotions. Where were you going? Why were you going?
Stop.
You take a breath.
Inhale.
1. 2. 3.
Exhale.
He stands now against the blustery winds, the waves tackle his limbs as he trudges forward, into the sea. The tingling spikes of each drop of seafoam sent shuddering shocks, a shattering sound of the cymbals in the form of waves went to him, through him, past him. Unbending to the will of the waters, he steps forth again, a heavy foot through the coagulated sand, feeling like trudging through tar, yet he pushes on, marching forward, into the depths of the sea. He has no sense of self, so far gone is he that he imagines himself blind, yet he sees the sea before him, but he does not fear to drown, he fears losing himself. He is slipping, slowly his consciousness ebbs away from his body, he feels himself drifting as he watches his body walk onward, sinking into the sea. He screams to the world but it ignores him, letting him drift away and gone.
Stop.
Inhale.
1. 2.. 3...
He is gone. Prince is gone.
Exhale.

I said I was going out.
I think I was headed to the park at some point. My head just felt heavy and I wanted air.
I think I was just… sitting… on a bench. The sound of a million crickets filled the silence of the night, like a cacophonic harmony. A million chirps. A million… a million things going through my mind. So much… so much to ponder and…
Stop.
I took a deep breath.
Inhale.
1. 2. 3.
Exhale.
And then you weren't there anymore. You were somewhere else. A bus? When did you get on? Why did you get on? No one looked at you. You were just there, just another person on there, going somewhere, someplace, for some reason. Just a passerby, you were just a face in the crowd. Your gaze transfixed at the sign upfront, the words made sense but you couldn’t read them. Your thoughts drifted from the words, from your emotions. Where were you going? Why were you going?
Stop.
You take a breath.
Inhale.
1. 2. 3.
Exhale.
He stands now against the blustery winds, the waves tackle his limbs as he trudges forward, into the sea. The tingling spikes of each drop of seafoam sent shuddering shocks, a shattering sound of the cymbals in the form of waves went to him, through him, past him. Unbending to the will of the waters, he steps forth again, a heavy foot through the coagulated sand, feeling like trudging through tar, yet he pushes on, marching forward, into the depths of the sea. He has no sense of self, so far gone is he that he imagines himself blind, yet he sees the sea before him, but he does not fear to drown, he fears losing himself. He is slipping, slowly his consciousness ebbs away from his body, he feels himself drifting as he watches his body walk onward, sinking into the sea. He screams to the world but it ignores him, letting him drift away and gone.
Stop.
Inhale.
1. 2.. 3...
He is gone. Prince is gone.
Exhale.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Scenery
Species Canine (Other)
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 571px
File Size 187.2 kB
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