Everytime we close our hearts
Lives are lost
Everytime we cover our ears
Injustice is served
Everytime we shut our eyes
Suffering goes unnoticed
Do not let those who place no value on human lives destroy, damage and devastate.
Do all you can to protect all human beings.
Please take a moment to sign and share.
https://www.amnesty.org.uk/actions/demand-justice-victims-syria-idlib-chemical-gas-attack
We must demand justice!
An insight into the workings of my mind. You have been warned ;-) Here you will find my musings on various matters. From the profound to the ridiculous: seemingly disparate elements yet often found to be two sides of the same coin. Notable recent thoughts are mostly about personal growth and Astrology.
06 April 2017
05 April 2017
Venusian day
I'd like to spend a venusian day with you. That's a rather impressive 5832 hours. Beats a measly 24 hours or, to be more accurate, 23 hours, 56 minutes and 4.1 seconds.
Granted, at this point in time I don't actually know who you are but when I stumble across you, let's have a first date venusian style - hot and really flipping long. But you know, for practical-staying-alive reasons, we'll enjoy said date on Earth.
Granted, at this point in time I don't actually know who you are but when I stumble across you, let's have a first date venusian style - hot and really flipping long. But you know, for practical-staying-alive reasons, we'll enjoy said date on Earth.
04 April 2017
Clay
I might have mentioned this already. Yeah, I've definitely said it a number of times. I'm repeating because sometimes things are profoundly repeatable. Snowmine: They are, as I've uttered, simply incredible. I thank You Tube from the bottom of my internet connection for recommending them. Oh algorithms. I don't know how you configure yours You Tube but I bloody applaud you.
If Snowmine were clay, I'd create, well, erm, yeah, I'd sculpt a boyfriend from their words and music. That person would be flipping mind blowing. Gawd, I wish I was a real fairy.
Xx
If Snowmine were clay, I'd create, well, erm, yeah, I'd sculpt a boyfriend from their words and music. That person would be flipping mind blowing. Gawd, I wish I was a real fairy.
Xx
Shouting in silence
No matter how loud
I scream the words out
I'm shouting in silence
Lungs trapped in cloud
My words become whispers
Then silence surrounds
Still you don't hear me
This abandon unfound
Freedom: music download
This man does incredible work to help refugees. He has released a song to raise funds for refugees and vulnerable people. Please buy the song and share the link. We can create a better world. We can bring about freedom!
https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/road-2-freedom-feat-ahmed-single/id1214974808?ls=1&app=itunes
https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/road-2-freedom-feat-ahmed-single/id1214974808?ls=1&app=itunes
02 April 2017
Romance?
Is romance dead? Can anyone offer insight on this? From my perspective, which, granted - has been coloured by recent negative experiences - romance is doa. May it rest in peace. Perhaps I'm wrong. Or at least temporarily misguided. I invite a change of perspective. May the rumbles of romance roll in.
Xx
01 April 2017
Loop
Some time after watching Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, Orbital's Time Becomes dropped into my mind. Unsurprising really because the concept of looped time is a integral part of the story.
Without giving too much away, Peculiars hide themselves in loops - a particular day repeated continually.
If you could repeat a day, which day would you choose? I'd choose the day that my memory repeats on a loop.
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