#6 Stream of Consciousness

#6 Stream of Consciousness

If we heard the world like we hear music, would we be so self absorbed? The sound of fear? ears would bleed. Screams echoing….echoing in ours speakers. Brainwashing. Repetition, constantly recycled, forever scrolling, moments blurry, missed memories forever haunting. Kindness? Barely. Self-entitled prima donnas. Hands over eyes, phones half way down our throats, choking, suffocating on these likes and hearts and everything in-between. We have been designed for this, slowly, slowly moulded to fit inside a square, always rated, always judged, right from when we were just bubs. If you don’t match? You’re outmatched. predisposition to failure. Human instinct out the window, failure will seep in.

All over yonder

All over yonder

Eucalyptus and dirt.

Aromatic notes of the Australian bush.

Lemon myrtle-

teases the nostrils-

a mysterious scent-

hidden-

amongst-

fallen foliage.

The daily hymn of birdsong-

Echoes-

caressesing all over yonder.

Burnt orange sunsets-

cloak over skies.

Koalas gawk towards tree tops-

challenging there foe.

Lyrebirds gaggle their lying tune.

Wind rustles through the gum leaves

Mothers Natures song-

sings on.

#5 Stream of conciousness

#5 Stream of conciousness

Chances are all questions won’t have answers. The finite knowledge us human have as a collective is extraordinary minimal. To that of the universes. Yes! I said universes. Surely and most certainly there is more than one. I lean towards the side of infinite.

#4 Stream of Conciousness

#4 Stream of Conciousness

Dry hair. Humid air. Stillness canvases the night. Fan hums a serenade. Comforting, cooling, conquering the heat. Sleepy slumber, falling softly of to sleep. Dreams do come, this movie in the mind. Half asleep. Drifting softly. To yonder, I do wonder. Nightie night….