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Dementia Stage 4 post thoughts commentary (The grey alone)
As I step into this grey alone,
I feel as though I'm feeling.
But no,
Just the sparks that fly in my eyelids,
they too cry in agony.
I can...
I can see,
It.
Its...
No!
Please don't fade again.
We dream without minds, I know without why.
It's dark with no love.
Only spite.
Can't fill what's empty, can't heal what's lost.
Time bleeds all out in time.
I feel as though I'm feeling.
But no,
Just the sparks that fly in my eyelids,
they too cry in agony.
I can...
I can see,
It.
Its...
No!
Please don't fade again.
We dream without minds, I know without why.
It's dark with no love.
Only spite.
Can't fill what's empty, can't heal what's lost.
Time bleeds all out in time.
Published 23rd Mar 2024
Author's Note
I was listening to the caretaker while writing this. highly recommend listening to the whole six hours of "everywhere at the end of time".
it's life changing.
it's life changing.
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23rd Mar 2024 5:50pm
Hey, also listened to the full 6 hours of “everywhere at the end of time”. It was really interesting! You should try listening to some other albums from the caretaker like “an empty bliss beyond this world”. This poem reflects dementia so well. Hope to read more from you :)
23rd Mar 2024 5:53pm
I listened to that one this week! and i didnt even know he released 4 albums this year!
much to hear, much to write.
thank you so much!
much to hear, much to write.
thank you so much!
