Friday, May 02, 2008

The Door.




As we rust by the hands of the clock,
every second we momentarily wait for the clock to strike 7 sins, little do we know that HE is stood by the door waiting, patiently for you to open the door, the door we familiar with but tainted by the walls and the darkness we always been around with. Is this place really call home?

If only the word are spoken through the door and the light blemishing the dark rust of your little world and bring more meaning to ur helpless life.

Where did you lay your key of salvation? Find it and you'll see for yourself how familiar HE is..

your thought of the stranger eventually turn out to be your closest buddy friend you'll ever to notice, unlock the door now.

1 comment:

jėss.T said...

WEIIIIIIIIIIII I LOVE THE DOOR PIC!!