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World Suicide Prevention Day

Originally posted on Poetry of an eccentric sheep:
? ? You wish you were someone else Every night you fall to pieces Knowing you can’t save yourself I can see you, I can hear you There’s a place where the broken go There’s a room full of second chances You’re not stranded on your own…

Pastime

I have been rejected enough to have built up some immunity against it…

Rented 

Borrowed joy,  Words that soar,  Smiles aplenty,  Grins galore.  Temporary,  Not my own.  When will you,  Recall your loan? 

Fondation Beyeler – Monet 17

One of Monet’s seascapes. He chooses his place carefully, the sunlight catching the city at just the right angle. Placed perfectly between the green canopies of the trees, the azure of the sky and the deeper blues of the ocean, it seems suspended in mid-air. Why is there no path to it visible, I wondered.

Heidelberg – 32

The display at the Deutsch Apotheken Muesum at Heidelberg also boasts a vast collection of various herbs, roots, and other various plant bits and minerals and what not; stuff used for preparing medicinal solutions/infusions/salves/powders. A glimpse of some of these follows in these few posts. Apart from the endless line of plant parts, minerals and … Continue reading

Pun of the weak

What did the kid face at home after failing in Algebra? The after-math. (dedicated to “bays in bars”)

Lessons In Defiance

As the few regular readers I have would know, I seldom reblog. This post by zenlikefuck is definitely worth a read though. Source: Lessons In Defiance

Old friend

Met an old friend after quite some time the other night. Strangely, the friend didn’t feel a stranger…

Why I’m Wordless At Times

Originally posted on The World Is a Book…:
“Why I’m wordless at times…” by Dr. Hb (hbhatnagar) A moment of courage A moment of doubt A quick look within A quicker without And then you are with me And now I’m alone And that’s how I forget All words that I’ve known Thank you, Dr. Hb…

With due respect to Armstrong 

When the walls come crashing in…