Crammed with books,
Also ornaments
Things to read
But too high up!
I need a ladder
Can’t climb on the couch
My collection is large
Ten bookcases
The real weight of knowledge
Pressing down on
Both floor and walls?
Anyone want a book?
Bookcase
Tag: Mind
Hidden faces
My mind is full of ideas balled up like elastic bands wrapped together. They are bouncing all over the place. The feeling of faces watching me as I struggle through them. A crowd of amorphous figures that slide in and out of focus.
How to describe where I went to create this digital sketch. Pushing the boundaries a little more. It is also about how I am feeling tonight
Am I being too verbose? I’m experimenting with how to describe things, trying to be more thoughtful instead of simply explaining. It’s interesting to try and change how I think. Making the words more poetic. But trying to make sense too….
A hard definition…
Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?
What flame or glimmer of character makes a person unique? I guess everyone has their own foibles, that could be size or shape, colour or religion or none of the above. If identical twins can have their own thoughts and ideas then everyone has the ability to be unique if they are allowed to be.
Most of all I think it is in the mind that the unique aspect lies, nature versus nurture is the phrase that people use, but life is chaotic, it twists and turns, there may really be a multiverse out there where every step in one direction or another changes the outcome of a person’s life, but some of it has to be down to how they think and react? How else can you explain the diametrically opposite results that can occur in families, or how sometimes similarities between non related people happen? All I can say is its good to be unique!
Three hours sleep.
Grey Dawn awoke me
Went to bed at three
Read a book to soothe
But could not grasp sleep
Dreaming the word eluded
My mind on fire
Swirling like smoke
Snap a nap then awoke…
I want to find a way in
To oblivion.
My muddled brain
Flashing like a beacon, connected in all different directions, emotions bursting out into the world. Thoughts spiralling. Pain, anxiety, calm, hope, dreams, fear, sadness all mingles. If I can find a thread to pull me through all of the entangled ideas. The tears keep falling.
Today I reached out and so many people reached back to me. I feel overwhelmed with their support. I need to hope things will improve. I think the friends I have made that hope more real.
Fireflies
Imagine a glass box of fireflies all flying around. Cold light from their abdomens? Could you use it as a torch, or would they all settle down in a corner and go to sleep? I wouldn’t want to catch them and trap them so I will use LED lights instead.
We have choices, we don’t have to trap or kill anything, we don’t have to be cruel. We can try and do better than we do. Realise people are not perfect. Learn to forgive if we can. Let the fireflies fly free.
Insomnia again, no!
My mind is spinning again, and my body has been spinning in bed, left side, back, right side, left side, right, back, left…..
Sheet covering me, duvet and sheet, no sheet… Too hot, too cold. Pain in my toes, pain in my knee, back, neck..
Twisting and turning so much, it might be a dance. Now my guts are joining in, discomfort, so I’ve come down for a decaff coffee. Soon I’ll be back in bed. But while I’m here, at 5.15am, why not just check out my phone for stories, funny memes, memories, jokes…… Put it down! Put. It. Down…
Good morning x dawn will be breaking soon.
Walking tree
Turn a tree upside down and it might look like it’s walking. Turn it on its side and it could be a running horse. Shapes can look like anything if you have that kind of mind. Simplify the shape and it becomes more like lots of different things. Stars turn into Gods and mythical beasts. Lines that don’t exist can be drawn on a map to create the Bermuda Triangle. Humans make up stories out of words and voices, but also from pictures and shapes, and I love that we do.
Walk that road
Walk that lonely road,
Carry a heavy load
Head down with your thoughts
Tangled up and caught.
Never look around
Don’t listen to the sound
Of singing birds
Or spoken words…
They are hidden
And are unbidden
From you world
Mind unstirred
Alone.
My head..
Yesterday’s #bandofsketchers prompt was inside my head. I drew a complicated pattern, I think I have a whirlwind in my mind! Felt pens and fine line ink pen. A bit like a chrysanthemum opening up.
Mallaband-Brown 