193: Forest photo prompt.
A lot of people on my friends list this week have been talking about this picture of a forest. I guess it's some kind of meme, or something.
A couple years ago, I would've looked at that photo and thought it looked like a beautiful, peaceful place. I would've thought it looked like a nice place to go hiking, or camping. I used to like hiking and camping.
Now do you know what I see when I look at that photo? What I think? I think, 'Huh. Nice picture.' And I get pissed off.
I was going to end this entry there, but maybe, for once, I'll elaborate.
( Do yourself a favor and don't read this. )
I could go on, but I've said enough. More than enough. I'll take my fresh air and sunshine through a window, thanks. Or out on the sidewalk. On a paved path through the park.
Now do me a favor and don't comment on this. I said when I got this blog that I wasn't going to lock entries to private, but I wrote this one for myself. I don't need pity, or sympathy, or reassurance. This is just how it is, and unless you have a damn good reason, unless you get it, sorry, but I don't need to hear it.
Peace. Out.
Logan Cale/ Eyes Only
Dark Angel
720 words
A lot of people on my friends list this week have been talking about this picture of a forest. I guess it's some kind of meme, or something.
A couple years ago, I would've looked at that photo and thought it looked like a beautiful, peaceful place. I would've thought it looked like a nice place to go hiking, or camping. I used to like hiking and camping.
Now do you know what I see when I look at that photo? What I think? I think, 'Huh. Nice picture.' And I get pissed off.
I was going to end this entry there, but maybe, for once, I'll elaborate.
( Do yourself a favor and don't read this. )
I could go on, but I've said enough. More than enough. I'll take my fresh air and sunshine through a window, thanks. Or out on the sidewalk. On a paved path through the park.
Now do me a favor and don't comment on this. I said when I got this blog that I wasn't going to lock entries to private, but I wrote this one for myself. I don't need pity, or sympathy, or reassurance. This is just how it is, and unless you have a damn good reason, unless you get it, sorry, but I don't need to hear it.
Peace. Out.
Logan Cale/ Eyes Only
Dark Angel
720 words
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