Many places, I've come to know, People of different cultures, too; They all have their thing, Something that they can do, But not me, not yet, My talent has yet to show up. I write and write, plots And twists and poems and Even the rare favorite of The readers I've lured And ensnared in my blog. Yet deep inside, I force myself To write the words that meet The lines of text and thoughts. Then I turn to run, and Find the wind upon my face As I escape my life, But it always catches up, And the worries I face Distract me, making the Outside world obsolete. Even in reading, I find Myself buried in stories That show misfortune in the Lives of fictional characters, Directly only to do as they Were told by the writer. And yet, in stories there is a Beauty unmatched by reality, A world that eventually Results in kindness and Peace and excitement. And being in those worlds, If only for a mere moment, Is my hobby. If only I could Be the character in the ...
Mark, these photos are beautiful. :) Wow! They're breathtaking.
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DeleteWoah did you take these?? they're beautiful! My favorite is probably the black and white one too since it has a ominous yet comforting look to it, I also love the pine tree with the sun behind it, that one brings back memories of laying under pine trees on hot summer days. This was a really cool addition to your blog :)
ReplyDeleteAlso you should think about putting up a gallery here, like not here directly but in another lil tab page thingy xD I think it'd be cool and gives photographers/artists a way to share/show their work, just a suggestion, this was just really cool to me and id love to see more pictures from you and other people here :)
I'm planning on it; once I finally get my Kindle to stop acting up and get Wave 2 published, I'll add both waves to the gallery. As far as other people, I'm not sure that's possible, tbh; Google Forms don't allow you to submit pictures
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