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February 2009

 

I’ve just noticed that two of my songs are doing really well. “Empty Handed and I Will”, both in 5th. I am very excited. Thank you everyone for making this great honor possible. Speaking of Empty Handed, I spent tonight and will this weekend, on rerecording it. So get ready for a better and more high quality version. =) Have a great rest of the week everyone…

Stephen Tilmon
 
A young boy looks up to his father, asking him, where is my mother? The father kneels by his son and looks into his eyes. A tear drips from the father’s eye as he tries to explain that his mother gave her life to have him. It’s hard when you believe something bad will happen. Not knowing how or when. Just long stares, deep breaths, and pray to God it doesn’t happen how you feel it will. What will i say?
 
Feeling the cool water surround my body, i look up through the distorted view. Sinking into my eternal sleep. I see the moon wave goodbye, and slowly fades away. My breath is held, but i hear the whispers of the ocean begging me to breath. I am forever sinking to my slumber, slowly flowing where ever the current may take me. It is utter darkness. I am alone, but I finally have complete peace.
 
I hear the thunder behind me, closing in. The darkness swallows the sky and hovers over me. The desert seems to stretch for miles. It’s hard to catch my breath, I’ve been running for days. My lips and skin are cracked, my clothes are torn. My body is getting weak, I can’t go on. I fall to the ground. I turn and lay on my back facing the sky. Waiting for the storm to finally catch and consume me. I hear the thunder creeping closer, like the loud steps of my doom coming to wipe every memory of me away. I can hear the ground shaking from death beating down it’s justice on the earth. The storm inches closer and closer. I see it approaching my weak and dry body. I have ran the race as far as i can, I have no choice but to let it consume me. The clouds slowly move over my body and I begin to feel the rain pour over me. My skin begins to heal, my lips become moist again. I open my mouth and the cool, clean water fills me with life. The very thing I was running from… has brought me back to life.
 
When i wake, did i spend the previous day with all good intentions? Am i so vulnerable that my falls become my life? Will I stand tomorrow where i crawled today? What can you do when you’re certain the storm is coming and will change everything around you? How can i look in the face of the one i love, and tell her to trust me when i don’t trust myself? Can I be strong enough? In one nights slumber, when your eyes open, everything you knew and loved is nothing but a whisper of the past. Did I love her? Yes, but death does not know the value of love…
 
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