Country Road Ode
Speeding into the light through the Dark
Windows down, Music up,
Speeding away to life in the now,
This moment of joy,
Comfort and content.
No type of hiccup
Just the open road the car barreling down.
Faster and faster to enjoy
Such a beautiful summer night.
The cool air rushing
In and out of the car.
Flying down the dark country road
Alone with the stars shining above.
Above shimmering and glistening,
As if they dance from afar
To the musical odes
Playing loud and proud.
The fresh air heals my soul
As the stress is released
From my body
Through the power of voice.
I can feel whole
While the hills and trees hear me at peace.
Song becoming the antibody
To fight off all that is a mental harm.
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis7 days ago in Humans
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