Is reality
Just what the complaints online
Are truly about?
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Silence
I don’t remember the day the world ended. But I do remember the day I noticed. That photo was it, but I did not know what it meant until I sat in my darkened bathroom, staring at the newly developed film. The street was neither empty, nor abandoned. It was dead. The colours of the flowers wrapped in that red ribbon caught my eye, and as I crouched to take that photo, I could hear only the lonely silence of a graveyard after dark.
By Alexander McEvoy5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
If we keep reading them, we will all go mad. Yearning for the days when we did not go around talking to ourselves on inanimate objects. Reality is so warped nowaDAYS, who knows. Really thought provoking as Dhar says..
The world today in 17 syllables
Hmmm, I'm not sure. I take everything with a grain of salt. Your Haiku is very thought provoking!