Surreal Shots VI

At long last, he was screaming the question into the night sky, as lightning ripped across the clouds and torrents of rain vomited down upon him.

The response was thunderous silence.


Blogger weng said...

sometimes it's the question that tores us up inside more than the answer. how we frame the question in our minds reflects what is in the deepest corner of our hearts. =D

4:27 AM  
Blogger Lasciate said...

So very true.

6:59 AM  

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