...for sunlight is like gold. (Glen Hansard, "Gold")
Pensive this morning. Watching the sunrise and drinking coffee. My day is ending, so I will leave you with one of my poems:
Slumbering, faraway places come to be
alien landscapes, people I will never meet
Cant stop running there
making blurs out of reality
Everything I know dissolves
Turns into a false existential blanket
wrapping myself up in it
Never to leave
Suffocating, dying, nirvana
Awakening as if emerging from a nocturnal ocean
only want to exist
gasping, choking, finally breathing
Lost in my own subconscious
My only beacon, a vacated lighthouse
I drift along on water with no current
wake me when I reach Golden Country.
That will have to do for the inaugural post, hopefully more to come. Oh and if you would like to listen to the song "Gold" mentioned above, just follow the link..
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