For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Experimental. I think – When I was born, I was capable of seeing more than my eyes could see. Soon, I started to lose sight and learn to stare only at my feet. I might notice, once in a while, that I can still see much more…
If you encounter an obstacle, you might get motivated to pick up and fight. If you have nothing to push against, no resistance, then, you could fall. 背負っているものが大きすぎて、少しの時間、現実と、思い出とか夢の間をフラフラする。その時だけは、あまり考えずに。
I’ll be here so that you can find me, my dearest, in perpetuum.
For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Temporary.
Life in the jungle is harsh, and peace rests in death. “They wouldn’t come near the dead of their own kind,” someone once said. What’s left, however, entraps the grieving and wanderers. 何かやっても、何もやらなくても、一生懸命生きてる。 何かやりたいことがあるんだったら、やってみたら？
Peeking at my work in progress…. Piqued your interest? After some tweaks, here it is. For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Peek.
Inspired by the poem, “Books” by Judy Dykstra-Brown. Thank you, Judy.
I tend to dissect natural instincts such as procreation and predatory behavior and feed on the rationale, conscience, and cognizance. For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Ghoulish.
For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Rounded.
“Please, …” I begged her, begged her to stop and turn the car around. I wanted to go home. But, she kept her focus on the road and didn’t look at me. “Why is this happening to me?” I thought. I saw the familiar landscape passing. “Why is she doing this to me?” I…
… I see the light. For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Glow and Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge, In the distance.
Once I realized that posting my sappy poems on Facebook was too obtrusive, I stopped. I used to post every anniversary of my husband’s death. It was a cry of “Listen to me.” I now wait until someone reaches out to me. They’d PM me, especially if they have time to post something on…