Here I have tried something, I don't if it'll work or not but still am posting.
Got my painting framed. Very much excited. I call it Broken Strings.
This is my fave poem, I just keep going back to the blog @cherokeeghostwriter to read it again and again. It has such profound meaning, actually all his poems have.
we’re not really here you and I and them we are abstractions composed in conjecture vagaries of conceit we spin unaware a thousand miles an hour atop the floating crust of false confidence and self delusion we are tempests in teapots we are smaller still- riding the face of the earth feigning control over the cosmos
Mind Vacuums.
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My memory is fading
and I wonder when it ends,
Will I still remember you,
will I still have all my friends.
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Already there are vacuums;
empty holes in space,
And when I woke this morning,
I did not know your face.
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In a while I will be lost,
I'll be living in a shell,
There'll be no one that I know,
and my life will just be hell.
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You and I'll be strangers,
I'll be living on my own,
And I always will be lost,
and not find my way back home.
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So I am writing this to you,
before I go away,
And I don't know what I'll do,
when you're no longer in my day.
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I don't want us to be strangers,
but when my memory's gone,
When you're no more in my memory,
Will you still be living on.
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Ambrose Harte
Scattered Thoughts
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I don't know if this can be called as abstract!!! But still am posting.