Red dust gently stains Vivid footsteps On the forest trail Our whispers are caught In the canopy for eternity Hanging as mist! Glow worms flutter In ethereal shadows Leaves crunch below Our feet, in a terrain Dreamy, magical Where lovers meet Under the stars
It started with the small blue notepad his mother handed over to him. She was busy in the grocery aisle; he was running around, getting in the way. She ripped out her shopping list and gave the notepad to him to entertain himself. His 6-year old fingers doodled and channeled his tiny self out of trouble.
Waiting in the checkout line, she entertained him by dictating all the items in her shopping cart. He was proud of his first list. He felt almost grown-up that day. After all, writing and list-making was the effortless skill of adults. A notebook became his constant companion.
Social media is exhausting, specially if you are intending to garner an audience or self-promote. There are myriad channels of communication and showcasing; all are craving your attention and content. If you are a writer, artist, or pursuing any creative channel, you are immediately in the snare of the social media octopus. There is Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Pinterest, YouTube, and I am ignorant of so many other channels.
All demand that you place your content in the most presentable way, on each one of them. There is information and design overload – the same content flooding the data stream with tags and hashtags. More than the creative pursuit, it is the pressure of pushing your content into these channels to grab the maximum eyeballs. Social media feeds on your deep FOMO – fear of missing out – in showcasing your content and following the trends.
The face of fear stands exposed In the cowering silence so bold Possessed with the burden Of a dying, decaying world: Rotten rivers and furrowed mud, Fallen trees and yellowed fields! Last of the spirits must now leave, Poisoned by the air they breathe. Howling waves and the silver moon Shed crystal tears on a barren Earth So bony white, eroded to the core Men gone; their destruction stays on!