I still have 15 copies of Unquiet Minds at home. I can sign them and send them wherever you are. And here is a little secret. There are 3 typos in that version of the book. The typos were corrected. If you order you copy with me, you will receive a rarity. Doesn’t that sound […]
Never in such connection,
Have we all felt so alone,
Eyes fixed locked,
To our forever scrolling phone.
I remember we had friends once,
Of flesh, blood and bone,
Souls of which we connected,
Now mainly through our phone.
A letter had a smell,
A meaning on the page,
The curls of the words whispered,
Now silent, from a bygone age.
I miss the meaning of mattering,
Even if I didn’t matter at all,
I felt I had purpose,
Before this empty social drawl.
My friend he is around the corner,
But feels a million miles away,
He likes my posts sometimes,
How I hope to see him again someday.
We like the world over,
No seas or miles matter,
But we are all so alone,
Despite this social media clatter.
Maybe it is a good thing,
Who really knows?
But what about the negatives,
Do they outweigh the pros?
And yet here I sit,
The irony is not lost,
Searching for my meaning,
When all meaning feels so lost.
Copyright © 2018 Charlie Hasler.
I see the days of shorter light, Cupping the orange of blanket noon, Across the humming hills of yesterday, And the trees of the acorn dune. The crackled flame flickered a phoenix, A phoenix of blooming ruby glows, Ash bowed out the summer, As autumn winged and rose. A change is carried now on the ever cooling breeze, Life begins to wilt and wallow, Slips the clinging fingers of summer, Now falls her widowed leafs. Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.
I can tell you from personal experience regarding mental health that it does get easier, in time you will make it.
I think that is what Dylan was getting at, the below poem, in my opinion was not just about death, but about life as well, don’t just wither away and die.
Never give up.
This is just class.
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