A Different Air To Breathe

A different air to breathe,

will you be able to survive?

Gravity dragging you down,

pushing you against the ground

and you feel all the movements,

all the travelling through space

on this huge foreign rock.

See into your mind, child,

memories of a different home,

callous hands of emotion

grasping for you, pulling you to your feet,

pushing you forward,

mercilessly,

relentlessly.

And all those crazy nights

seem so far away,

so far away,

obscured by some fog,

foggy time.

And all you have is yourself.

Will you be able to survive

on this strange planet?

First published here.

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Fern

This was an early picture that I took with my mum's first digital camera. I had lots of fun with the macro function in our backyard and in some of the parks in our little town. That was before I was made aware that people would usually deal drugs in those parks and was forbidden to go. I went anyways.

Just Take My Soul

Just take my soul, piece by piece, rip it apart, dissolve it and pour it down the drain. I'll be better off among my own, among the dead. You think I'm a liar, maybe I am. Who knows what's real anyway? I can see my world slowly dissolving around me. I wish I could burn my skin and flesh away, dissolve with my world into nothingness - a fast, floating dream without any impact. Is now the time to say goodbye?

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