Thoughts and Poems

thoughts

#poem #myself #yourself #thoughts

I've always felt like myself, I fit in my body I spend time outside my mind, Because there isn't

I've never felt like a girl, I fit in my body I can't define, and in my mind, There isn't always

I feel like a boy, and I fit in my body Deep and shallow is my mind, But there's still not

I am only me, and me alone, I fit in my body, I've made up my mind, There certainly is

Space inside my mind, That you can be yourself, My experiences define only; Me — and there is space enough for you.

#MyPoem

#thoughts #books

Book reviews are

something I don't really read. Or write for that matter. It mostly comes down to the fact that I feel the subjective nature of what one likes or not is... well, subjective.

I do listen to suggestions, either from people whom I know likes books I also like, or suggestions anchored in other books and authors I like.

I usually prefer Fantasy and Science Fiction books, though I would read most anything that doesn't resemble the real world too much. I read to, well. I don't read to escape, but I do... escape is a strong word. I am usually engrossed in the narrative when I read, and content that mirror or describe our world must be a bit up-beat for me not to be affected*.

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#thoughts #multilingual #mastodon #fediverse

I've been

on a mastodon server for ages now, in total at least a week. For all this time I've felt like several people on one instance. Or several personalities, perhaps? It isn't quite right, but it isn't wrong either.

First I joined a big server, but quickly moved—so that doesn't count. My dissociative feeling came from having different—and in some ways discordant objectives here. There. On Mastodon.

My trouble is, or was, related to being multilingual. My native language is Norwegian, and like near 90% of people living in Norway—I know a bit English as well. As a third and fourth I try and learn Welsh for fun, and I really should learn German because of family.

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#poem #thoughts #hope

When the hour is at lonely o’clock, and the world is quiet When the last bus has left In the shadows A thought

When the lonely thought rolls through an empty mind When dreary drowsiness threaten Breathe in, and Breathe out

When thoughts that tumble alone appear When darkness brings despair The best of today Remember

Tomorrow will bring moments to turn around Give them a chance and see Smile from a stranger Delight

#MyPoem