Dark Storm Brew
A lingering thing, this feeling of unsettledness. Micro-tremors, shivers not quite electric shocks, through each organic part that coalesses to form this vessel temporarily lost upon the rock. An emotional tightrope has lost its tension bouncing crazed, arms floundering like wings that will never en-flighten to the place the emotion’s surrendered in. Searching for hope and longingly thinking there is surely one, who has an idea, imparted or calculated for what this dance is all about. What and why we have to feel. Sometimes positioned as researcher capturing strangers in the hope that one who’s lost, lone, together or confident might enable picking up the trail, getting on the first rung. I lose my way, my drive has broken. Ensure things are moving, keep up momentum. The wind picked up today, demonising the trees the sky was a straining dark storm brew. The pressure drop was real and painful, somewhere between a hangover or man-flu. It’s only as these days have piled up that the layers of doubt have stuck. Back when we were young it was unconscious, carefree, not to simply ride our luck. But now we are atrophied, paralysed by a need for reason, a need for hope. This thankless condition, that we force ourselves into, we cannot break, discard nor overlook. Now the rain has started, perhaps the ache will subside a little, the patina glossed, look past the immediate, you know it will pass, free up perhaps, not everything’s lost. I know, I know, never give in. The darkest things can only get lighter, seek illumination, seek out the solace force yourself forwards, determined, the fighter.
Sennen, Cornwall, 2021. Nikon d750
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