Chad Langgle

What does one do when time doesn't stop? When the very wheels of fate turn—yet never move. How does one see when there's no light to be seen? When the cold embrace of the tomb Isn't felt in the embrace of death? A living death. One day at a time. Until— Rebirth. First steps in a new world, Sights...

Looking out on a world of living color, yet I dream in black and white, with eyes shut wide, seeing the unseen. Tempted to run but only in place, for the thing I fear inhabits this space. One day will dawn— the sun so bright— greeting me to the day I'm victorious in flight. As I move from this pl...