We live in a time where we kill ourselves as we pass the hours
We wire ourselves into a technological constant
Life passes us by as we swipe left, swipe right
We binge watch, binge eat. We post, we tweet.
We kill the time that is our only true asset
We trade time for currency
In the end we buy back time with urgency
The time goes faster for the occupied mind
In allowing boredom we extent our lives
Stop, sit, and listen
See what you are missing
Turn it all off and breath
Your breaths are numbered
Just enjoy them
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K.W. Thomas
K.W Thomas lives in Upstate Hew York with his wife and children. His body of work is largely kept private, for the pleasure of his friends and family.
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A Timely Visitor
Oliver had awoken sharply at 3:33am from what had sounded like the fluttering wings of large bird. He still observed the “my side of the bed” policy despite that his wife passed away at the age of forty-two from breast cancer some 6 months ago. His side was the left from the foot of the bed, closest to the the window. Resting on the limb of the large northern pine on the opposite side of the glass pane was a rather curious and charming barn owl. Russet crown feathers framed his handsome snow white face. As he cocked his head to the to the left, Oliver couldn't help but notice how black his eyes were, like obsidian marbles.
By K.W. Thomas3 years ago in Humans
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