spectralradiance: The Sandman #56 Then I watched these murky giants walk slowly across the sky, and I felt like my world was falling apart. Like there was nothing left to hold on to. Nothing left to believe. I was watching it, I couldn’t look away. But part of me was watching myself watching the procession, and realizing that while I watched I was…being…changed, I suppose. I was seeing something I couldn’t describe; that I couldn’t explain. I don’t know what they were. I don’t know who had died, who they were mourning, whose casket they followed. But it didn’t matter. They were there. In the sky. And I believed in miracles. I didn’t have any choice.

spectralradiance:

The Sandman #56

Then I watched these murky giants walk slowly across the sky, and I felt like my world was falling apart. Like there was nothing left to hold on to. Nothing left to believe. I was watching it, I couldn’t look away. But part of me was watching myself watching the procession, and realizing that while I watched I was…being…changed, I suppose. I was seeing something I couldn’t describe; that I couldn’t explain.

I don’t know what they were. I don’t know who had died, who they were mourning, whose casket they followed. But it didn’t matter.

They were there. In the sky. And I believed in miracles. I didn’t have any choice.