I want to say everything will become better. Being that bone aching tired, that even the doctor tells you that you are ok is relatable.
Baby steps to finding a way to feel ok.
Very open poem.

Powerfully penned, Nick. Excellent write my friend. It’s not fun getting old that’s for sure. Amazing flow and wordplay brother. Appreciate you.

Damian

That state of overwhelmed exhaustion seems to be running rampant these days. Everyone I know is always tired and I stopped checking news…it’s so bad these days, they bring it to you. And yeah…getting old sure ain’t for sissies!

hello dearest Benny I have gone periods of time searching and wondering sometimes getting answers I rather not have… sometimes ending up with more questions great write ❤️

Powerfully penned, Peter. This is an incredible write my friend. I think age is a big factor when it comes to people. It seems we awaken more once were face to face with our own mortality. That’s just my opinion though. Great depth here, your writes always makes me ponder. That’s a good thing my friend. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hoi hoi Peter,
in the Netherlands, i know of someone who titled his book ‘Geen boek’. Translated: No book.
The absurdist humor behind it is that it is still a good present, for people who want No Book for their birthday. And that group of people increases every year.

But instead of wild humour you present us with a very intelligent piece of work.
It is very intelligently written and (my opinion) a very good idea to give these things a thought now and then.
Also very intelligent: I promised myself to keep a better look out for the writes you post.

Love it!
Kind regards, Gus

That feeling you have, that consciousness is some fundamental, egoless energy, is powerful. It echoes ideas like panpsychism or non-duality. It’s the attractive shortcut around the “hard problem”: if consciousness is always there, we don’t need the brain to magically create it from scratch. My mind will sit on this for a while… thinking of driving down Bulli Pass in the fog/mist and spending a chilly winter day at Austinmer. But it’s the wrong time of year for that and I now live hundreds of k’s away from Illawara.

Good old Austiner….lived there back in the day…when men were men and sheep were nervous.Too expensive there now.

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Sensual and somewhat sad. Well done.

hello dearest Me this is very clever and beautifully written and full of passion I really enjoyed it sigh to not have her accept your love after all that she would be a fool great write ❤️

You went to battle for her? Sweet
Favorite line
Me warring with Mars and Apollo, showing her who really cares

Dude you write very clear with a natural tint, not slutty. Although you get your point across through nature and travel makes it sizzle. Tight

Beautifully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Great work. It flows and hits hard.
Regards James

I wonder how many lost leaves are drifting on vagabond winds. This is beautiful and aching and hopeful all rolled in one perfect poem