Impossibility

To know is
impossible.

All you can do is
see.


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I've made a video about impossibility.
You can watch it here.

Smooth shapes

Soft curves
round shapes
so tender against the fingertips
mellow and tender
a smooth kiss.

Hard as stone.

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The weekly theme for Thursday Challenge is shapes

Up and Down

She sat on the stairs,
the stairs
going up
coming down

up and down
down and up

just like her

Family

Almost the same.
Never the same.

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The weekly theme for
Thursday Challenge
is
family

The Eyes of an Angel

Celebration

Let me pour you some champagne.
The spring has come.
It's time to celebrate.
This is for you.

***

To see an animated
spring greeting,
look here.

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I'll be gone for some days.
See you.

Once more

I just won't get tired of this song. Have been listening to it for about ten times today.
I'm still listening.

The Outsider

It happened again.
She had been waiting for the night out with her friends. She had been enjoying the thought about long drinks, soft talks, and easy-going moments on the cosy sofa in the darkness of the bar.

It all had happened. The drinks were icy and cooled the heat of the throat. The murmur of her friends cuddled her and she found herself laughing at their witty remarks of utterly meaningless matters.

Then it happened. She felt it painfully. The feeling was familiar, felt so many times before, in so many places. So many years, always the same.

She was an outsider. She had no need to reveal herself. She had no desire to know more about them. The chitchat and the small talk made her feel dizzy and the meaningless of everything hit her hard in the face.

She left, no, she escaped, and she knew that once again they stayed on, maybe speculating a bit of her whereabouts, but finally forgetting her. That was she, they’d say. Not a social being, but pleasant enough.
In small bits. For a while.

The gown

Keep it simple.

I'm Still Leaving You

The Dark of the Night

The girl didn’t want to sleep. She feared the dark hours of the night, the long minutes filled with restlessness and uncertainty. She tried to stay awake, pushed her lids with fingers, and tried to keep eyes wide open.
It was important not to sleep.
If you fell asleep, you might never wake up.

That had happened to Granny, who had never opened her eyes one morning. They said Granny had died peacefully in her sleep. They sounded pleased despite their tears, and the girl thought they were horrible, just awful.

She couldn’t understand them, and she was certain they wanted her dead as well.

She missed Granny, and that made her even more afraid of the dark of the night.

Body and Soul

Wuthering Heights

The weekly challenge for the Finnish Photo Thursday was titles of various novels. I chose Wuthering Heights and made this collage out of two photos, very hastily in the morning before going to work. Early blogging.
The result pleased me.

I’ve been busy with work for some time already and the end of the spring looks the same, so don’t wonder if you won’t see me around every day. I haven’t disappeared completely.

In the Shadows

The weekly challenge
for Moody Monday
is
shadowy

Bad Head Day