I did this first one as a way of illustrating that fear some have of darkness and the sounds within.
Watching eyes, listening ears. Mouths aghast, more to fear. The door swung open, the light switched on. All our worries are past and gone.
With this one I had the News Broadcasts Channels and Newspapers in mind. It has always fascinated me that only on Christmas Day do they carry happy news. I wonder if we would all change our outlook on each other if more happiness was spread.
Lies and fear are what we are fed, to keep us worried and full of dread. If truth was the manner on which we could feast, could life be easier and panic cease?
I was at work today and thought of those who have paid tens of millions of pounds to live at the top of the “Shard’ in London. It is a towering, narrow shaped glazed building often with the very top shrouded by cloud.
Heads in clouds, millions they pay. To keep their lives far away. From those that walk the streets below. With doubts and problems as they flow through life’s mystic and the hand of fate that dealt the cards and sealed their hate.