Writing Me Up

Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.

Tag: Alone

  • Hell Is Oneself

    Hell Is Oneself

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    Hell Is Alone that howling silence it is the sound of oneself of being alone Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com

  • The Nowhere Wall

    The Nowhere Wall

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    The Night Watch in the late evening staring at the nowhere wall i think of the dead Photo by Timotej Nagy on Pexels.com

  • Alone In Autumn

    Alone In Autumn

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    All By Myself coldness in the air the sound of distant traffic autumn solitude Photo by Tobi on Pexels.com

  • Alone Again

    Alone Again

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    rak
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    Naturally midnight quietude a silent, unlit moment precious solitude Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com

  • A Walk Around My Way

    A Walk Around My Way

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    All By Myself walking in winter southern wind blowing too warm I am quite alone What Is Hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it  Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from  And nothing to escape to. One is always alone. TS Eliot, The Cocktail Party

  • The Me Of Me

    The Me Of Me

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    rak
    in

    Myself And I there is a garden in a northen shire where I can sit and watch the nibble-nosed hares and the clouds and trees and birds and yes the bees – where I can listen to the shush of tree winds and the bark of pheasants and the leaky tricklebank stream – where I…

  • All Kinds Of Lonely

    All Kinds Of Lonely

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    rak
    in

    One Is A Part Of Alone there is loneliness and there is the loneliest: alone together Photo by Mathias Reding on Pexels.com