.... (Some days...)
I sit here in the dark like a mawn under the moon and stars All alone Watching for the break of dawn.
I sit here alone in my corner of the universe. with clouds above. blocking the moon, the stars. No one to hear my verse.
I sit here in the dark, eyes unseeing, head down. The rain pouring down. Is there a dawn? No one will see me drown.
I sit here feeling cold, numb, dead and bound. Blade in hand. Whittling away. Till the blood flows down.
Dawn has broken. The sun is rising And there is no light. Nothing left to be spoken.
K. C. Barry
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Age and experience Are savage beasts Devouring hope & innocence Through life’s bloodied feast
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My thoughts too...
This photo is very simple. Anyone can just shrug shoulders, think 'ok, quite nice'. Or not: Too easy, too obvious. A sun. Some trees. The sky. A jet plane passing over. That's all. Not much, really. Nothing left for the imagination. No story. Right? Wrong! Very wrong! WHY would I post a good-for-nothing almost boring picture? There IS a reason! That blue dot! See? It's alarming! And very much so! THE BLUE DOT! Feared since the beginning of time… Insanity is certain! It can be the imploding of Facebook, creating a black hole, dragging us all into an unknown dimension. Back to a time before the stone age. Back to an analogue world! Or a sign from an advanced civilisation; revealing us as guinea pigs. Unsatisfied with our slow developing into full digital beings. Whatever: It's the end! Prepare yourself: Escape will only be a futile waste of your last minutes: THE BLUE DOT! Kneel and close your eyes… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #scared #threat #analogue #digitalalert #blue #insanity #theunknown #fear #fearoftheunknown #death #theend #doomsday #closingin #thatbluedotisacertainsignofdoomsdayclosinginlongbeforewearereadybutwewillneverbereadyanywaysowhattheheck
And you keep learning; the journey never stops. Not without you. Not with you. Thx for that.
part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. the older you get, the more mistakes you make, the more opportunities you missed, the more people you’ve let down. forgive yourself. don’t beat yourself up. you’re still learning: this is a journey.
Sommersjov II. Sommeren raser afsted. Som en flok rabies-befængte klaprende rævesakse. Nej, det er ikke retfærdigt. Det er ikke alle rævesakse der har rabies.
It was a perfect sunset. Clear blue sky, very slowly turning darker; just the way we prefer our summer evenings. Light so slowly fading, that it could be mistaken for stubborn wanting to stay. Or it's simply a bit too happy to see itself. Maybe it's human, at least in behavior. Maybe it has noticed how many pictures are taken during its settling. Maybe it looks in a mirror, and admires what it sees. As everybody, or some, or a few, knows and understands, are mirrors reflecting exactly what we want to see. That's the purpose of mirrors in this world. Anyway, while dragging its disappearing behind the horizon a few minutes extra, maybe the horizon being paid to lower itself, some badass misfits of clouds got tired of the going on for hours settling of the sun: So these few clouds gathered in a corner and came up with a plan. Not really for any reason. Just bored with that prolonged perfect summer evening. Without just a hint of a cloud to disturb the picture. But those few rebelclouds decided to *BANG!* show up with as much power and lightdisturbance as possible. They knew they were too few to totally block the sky, (what a wonderful dream!), so they found a spot where they almost could beat the sunset; with concentrated power look like a small explosion. And so they did. Enjoyed the moment of messing up that oh so perfect summer evening. It was fun! Pure joy! If a bit destructive, so be it! So much bigger was their disappointment. And disbelief: When most people looked up; "Ah, look how the sun reflects in those cute clouds, isn't it wonderful?" The clouds got so frustrated and angry. To hell with people and beautiful evenings! Those clouds are on constant alert: One fine day they'll get their revenge! And it won't be nice… For neither people nor sky. Just wait and see! Except it will be too dark to see anything. You just wait… #revenge #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (yes, she's in it too...) #primeiroproximopasso (also him) #angryclouds #summerevening #likeapicture #toomuch #waitingforsomethingtohappen #soboringwiththosehourlongtoendurebeatifulsunsetsthatyouwelcomesomecloudsmakingtheirownsmallrevolution (Usual one-off hashtag)
... Am getting it! 👍
These days are those many... Bad pun, sorry. But ment.
And keep in your mind, all the way: YOU are the one that needs to be satisfied... Do NOT care what others might like or not: Their being pointless...
More or less from one day to the next, they forgot. It had been coming for years, even decades. A few had noticed, but named it something else. A new invention in the ever accelerating digital world. Some positive or unavoidable thing. Anything digital. Connected to development, innovation, progress… It's a win/win. Another much used term; guaranteed to hide the truth. But suddenly, one fine day, everybody on the planet had forgotten. Words. Letters. Sentences. How to write, speak, communicate. Apparently for no reason. They began all over. They had to. Some with 0'es and 1'es. Trying to reprogram languages. That failed, no surprise. Other started scratching in modern caves. In the beginning just almost indecipherable signs. Trying hard to express something. Almost with impatience. Even with a kind of anger. Forgetting seems to create very strong feelings. Let's hope we find a way to describe that. I hope, but have no words for that. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/ #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #shortstory #prose #fiction #lift #language #words #communication #justsaying #serversdown #startingalloveragain #withoutwords #justmyvisionandthoughtsaftertoomuchdigitalinputandnotatleastthatannoyingfacebook (Usual one-off hashtag)