the otherside

When i was little, I never feared God.

I did try, desperately to speak to him.

I waited and waited and he never replied.

Everyone else could hear him, why couldn't I?

When I was 9, I was attacked by hundreds of wasps.

The pain was like fire licking my entire body.

It killed me briefly.

In that time, I saw nothingness.

The only thing that brought me back was the medical staff and a well timed adrenaline shot.

I haven't spoken to God since.

Instead, I spill my thoughts into the void.

Tomorrow I will make art

Hello? Hello?

Finally...I've been trying to broadcast for weeks.

Another photo from the otherside.

"The door has always been open."

Hm.

I felt compelled to go into the door. I could smell fresh cut grass, but the fear on the horses faces told me to nope tf out.

The static made me sick.

Its late, you're exhausted.

But you have to keep driving

keep driving.

The music hypnotizes you

You will stop for nothing

Not even the figures darting past your windows

They almost glow, calling you

But you wont go.

I'm heading deep into the Appalachias tomorrow for research and other things.

I've heard rumors that deep in the woods are some quite interesting anomalies and you know that means I gotta get out there and see what I can find.