Watching The World Waste Away

Watching the world waste away
the ever-changing tides are
all the same to me

Mankind devouring itself
life devouring life

Forming a cancerous growth
a festering wound
rotting

My scattered thoughts
return to me as one

The world not caring about them
Them not caring about the world

As life leaves the planet
and leaves the consciousness
of this universe
an ancient being
slowly
comes to an end
dragging itself towards its own death
slowly
like a rotting
festering
stinking mass

as if we are happy to finally end.

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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.

The Long And Winding Road

The long and winding road winds up and down the lonely hills, leading me from the wild and wide sea, with stormy winds in my back, through grassy and misty lands, sky overcast, scarf wrapped around my small and slender shoulders, up and down the rocky hills, goats and sheep my only friends on this long, last journey, up into the mountains high, woods all around me, climbing up high towards my resting place. From here I shall watch the sea, the place I loved, and never shall I return.

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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