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The whispers of forgetful mist have seemingly descended upon the world of people-kind ... the conviction of knowing all is wrong ....but putting a finger on this wrong ‘is not possible as chaos has maliciously rolled normality conveniently into a tidy ball of confusion. Day by day the outward absurdity grows and seems to take hold of normality by the throat ,shaking it’ and enjoying its pitiful whimpering , Many as do I ...stand agape and ask why or WHAT? At the strange happenings. Tik Tak’s fly in the face of the world but are seemingly of little or no interest for humanity , But In their stead ‘ The real game of thrones plays out as the masked masses look on in dutiful silence and in trance ...soaking up the monotony and hoping for salvation and change . In these strange days ‘The night sky will soon be full of sentimental’s with uncaring prying eyes ...and yet no one seems to vocal a concern or reason for such things of looming uncertainty . Day by day I observe that The veins of unrest and the Dark unknown are beginning to run deeper in the strata of human society. Wether I am drinking my morning coffee or closing my eyes to begin sleep , There is one thought dominant above all others .........As a species we should be so much more than we are today .

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Date: 11/3/2020 8:53:00 AM
Interesting introspection Simon.. a small insight into your thoughts... Days are strange, but they will change.. This too shall pas..
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Date: 11/3/2020 9:47:00 AM
And It’s the change into what that concerns me ! Thanks S.O And all the best .

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