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this is the start, of something beautiful

This is a place to share what I'm thinking. My private diary. My private journal. To share my deepest thoughts. You can comment yours too.

A collection of short poems containing random, probably mildly depressing, musings about life. Read it if you want, I don't care. I just wanted an avenue for my creativity. May occasionally contain non-poem writings. Sue me. I like pie.

Choose Cautiously

In a world where technology has isolated individuals, follow a group of friends who embark on a journey to unplug from the digital world and rediscover genuine human connections, facing personal challenges along the way.

Silence. That's all I ask of the world, but that want will never be realized. Nobody can pinpoint the exact moment when the sky itself started to speak. Well, perhaps not the sky, but what we built up to it. It's our own doing, after all. Everywhere that humans with the capacity to manipulate reside, there is a Hum; perpetually overhead, inescapable. It's starting to change people. Once they become aware of its constant presence, it doesn't just fade into the background anymore; then it's not just a hum. It's a migraine, an incapacitator. Eventually, it's kills.

white (h)wīt/ adjective 1. of the color of milk or fresh snow, due to the reflection of most wavelengths of visible light; the opposite of black. "a sheet of white paper" synonyms: colorless, unpigmented, bleached, natural; noun noun: white; noun: White 1. white color or pigment. "garnet-red flowers flecked with white" white clothes or material. "he was dressed from head to foot in white" white clothes, especially as worn for playing tennis, or as naval uniform, or in the context of washing. plural noun: whites "wash whites separately" white wine. the player of the white pieces in chess or checkers. 2. the visible pale part of the eyeball around the iris. verb 1. paint or turn (something) white. "your passion hath whited your face"