Deep sea fishing with a kite in the sky

Sometimes, I wonder. .

Am I depressed without knowing it? Deeply down under totally unaware that I’m locked up in an imaginary cage hidden behind a thin wall of imaginary happiness in a infinite darkness?

Creating an imaginary life in the darkness. Painting with light in the dark room.

Like a star in the big black universe. Creating things. Unaware of what it is and what it does. And why.

So if. What if happy without knowing it. Unaware that you actually are happy but can’t feel it and believe you aren’t.

What if I’m actually a fish, or the water the fish swim in. Or a green neon light at the pub.

I’m probably only very confused. As usual. My mind is everything and lost its identity again. I never know where I will find it.

I would definitely choose happily stupid unaware that I’m actually depressed and keep on smiling through my space and ride my time and hope for the best. That’s humor.

Deep sea fishing with a kite in the sky

Happy apathy sound utterly boring. I prefer the restless struggle and the addicted need to fight for your right to party…

I’m a star in the cold dark infinite sky. And I need no air to breathe. Just some darkness to see.

The resistance is there to make my life. Let’s dance.

Everybody raise your hands and sing;

I’m a star in the cold dark infinite sky.
And I need no air to breathe.
Just some darkness to see.

Deep sea fishing with a kite in the sky.

The resistance is there to make my life. Let’s dance.

 

 

Wednesday April Four; As usual, I still do my walking photography, not photo-walks. My nerves signals there, and here, what if and now!  And my hand do.

Thursday April Five; After the rain and dull grey skies. Lovelight, birdsong and the smell of evaporating rain.

Friday April Six; Triangle travelogue and a slingshot into the wilderness.

 

 

Fake the sun and then some gym. Walking, walking and then some more. Restless in body and mind, probably even soul – get out and run and find some peace. It really works. Nature is good.

Sunday April Eight; All of very unexpected sudden there was summer. From chilly not so very even spring, to a crazy summer day. Ok, just for one day this warm, but now it seems that spring finally has arrived on a heatwave. Welcome home.

But for some, the end couldn’t wait until the time was over.

And look! Him again – the walking man. He has found a new route.

 

the end

 

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