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Wow, this year has flown so fast, that many of it is just a blur of the pages within my mind. Autumn is soon upon us and yet summer sun tries to hold its grasp on what time it has on our earth. Muggyness seems to blanket the land in its crisp wind; yet a dryness of death seems to fill the air with its scent, where it comes from and why I do not know.

Leaves have begun changing to its winter cloths, waiting for their time to fall a d blanket the earth in its richness of fertilizer. Protecting the trees from the approaching blanket of white.

Me , I plug along like an old steam engine low on fuel, trying to reach the end of the track, whenever it may come. I watch as society corruption engulfs certain lands with mental illness.

My mind races back to my youth when the society was whole and neighbors embraced all. Barbaques and community events. Society doesn't know who it really is and neighborhoods have become vacant shadows of homes and peeping eyes from windows of dryness with thoughts of hateful thoughts and actions.

Shakes head, thoughts within this old soul. That I own as I watch Mother Earths trembles a new year approaches.

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calebtoole23
06:46 Sep 01 2025

Amazing, hope your doing well :)
^Caleb

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Lately the drama of society has made me scurry to the warmth of my inner solitude. I have not wanted to see or talk with anyone, but lock the doors of myself and be alone. I know not why or is it to shun idiots or to revitalize myself to whole once again. My mind still somewhat clouded with thoughts I seem to scramble to find the flow of words that use to come to me at a whim. Today the beauty of the world seems to be gray and full of tears, for it pours like the rain on a windy October day.

Have I become sick in the head or what, I cannot seem to think yet straight, yet words flash by my eyes so fast my fingers cannot grasp or put them down. I find no comfort in this world anymore; it seems that it is a black cloud engulfing my whole body within its mouth. I hoping the words will give me insight on what my thoughts seem to say, yet I cannot put the thoughts clear as I reread them.

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Neowise2020
22:45 Aug 25 2025

Misery desires company. I'm feeling better already. ;)

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LunarTides
01:05 Aug 26 2025

I hope this passes for you. I have been feeling the same way since this past November.
What helps me is I don’t bother reading the news anymore because I notice that when I do all it does it bring me down. Sadly, there is not a lot we can do about the current state of things. I know it does nothing to ease the burden of things either to say that for Ig we truly had control we could in effect change the outcome. We can stick to things we can change maybe in our immediate circle perhaps. A kind word, lending a listening ear and shoulder to lean on. I’m sure eventually you’ll find your words. *hugs*

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MetalAnarchist
03:28 Aug 26 2025

Sometimes I think and wonder to myself if this world is even worth perserving

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Cadrewolf2
06:01 Aug 26 2025

the world has gone sour, my hope is society comes back around again before we kill each other off

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The web of life is fragile under the emotional state of what it clings. For lies, deception will tatter the frays that bind it to the walls of the columns of life. For the blackened heart of life creates cracks in the fine silken threads we call home. Those who think they know the inner workings of me are not even given a glimpse into the blackened vault that is hid from society and friends. An evil so vile that if released would shatter the mirror of society and its paths that I have traveled. The ghosts of the past imprisoned for they have once drained this soul almost to death. Locked up and hid and shunned to let not in my place of solitude. I am me, I can be nothing less or more, friendship that is given is given to protect and entice the will to write and drama and create. I value those who I call friends, yet blackened paths that miss guide this soul will be turned away from and not travel again. A vow I take to myself to veer from the path that harms and devours my essence. Death calls too many times for me to worry about the dramas of others. I am me; I am or cannot be anything else, a friend, and a helper to create the passions hid in your soul.

Days have grown long, and this body seems to feel the ticks of the clock on my mind, my mind is blank yet words seems to swirl around in my head and yet does not seem to connect to make words or sentences. The week’s toll seems to be burdens on my life and soul and yet my mind wonders to a glimpse of times when words seem to flow like the blue crystal streams of a majestic mountain. My mind cloudy yet fragmented with darkness, solitude, and remorse. Yet a path in which a soul seems to travel is unknown and unclear for the next division of the path leads to deeper in the woods or away to the rolling wheat fields of the big sky country.