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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Saturday Night

Let me introduce a new label to you. It won't be a label I'll post a lot under, but it might be interesting to some of you: Writing. I'll post some short stories, maybe essays, and in general longer texts under this label. Here is a short story I wrote for a contest once. It didn't win anything, but since the whole thing is over, I can now post it here. Enjoy.

All the Universes

Light travels fast, light travels far, come and travel with me and with light... far, far away... to the farthest realm... darkness surrounds me, but soon the sky lights up with millions and millions of stars and I am not alone. Oh, sweet cosmic abyss, embrace my poor soul and make me immortal, so I can see... so I can feel... all the universes... all the universes out here... swimming through time until the end of it and the start of a new time in oh so many dimensions... spread out, crumbled up, sticking together, floating, rolling, turtleneck dimensions.

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.

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