When voices grow too heavy outside my head,
when the social stress is trying to suffocate me,
I turn inside, dive into myself
and meet the strangers of my mind.
when the social stress is trying to suffocate me,
I turn inside, dive into myself
and meet the strangers of my mind.
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The weekly challenge
for Moody Monday is
complicated
for Moody Monday is
complicated
11 comments:
A stunning image for the theme, Susu. I like this one a lot! :D
Glad you like it, Mick. I like it, too -it turned out better I expected.
I know that feeling, choose fore a more relaxing life
Yes, Trijnie, that feeling is familiar for most people, I should believe. The need of tranquillity.
Tranquility would be to be only one and in only one place at the same time. But that is hard to achieve.
A VERY clever way to illustrate what you express in words!
True. HPY, hard to achieve, but in small bits, though?
Thanks, Peter.
Hey, I love this image--lots of movement. By the same token, though, I think the restlessness and ambiguity in the image reveal that your inner world may be just as tangled as your outer world. Hope you can somehow untangle it.
Hopelessly tangled, both outside and inside, Kenneth, we'll see what the the I of the poem shall do.
Many-sided, multifaceted - complicated, indeed!
Life is sometimes like that, Kutuharju, complicated.
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