I shall take a slice of life
with camera in my hand.
Feel the power of the light,
as I move on the land.

Grab it right from inside air,
and place it in my box.
For a later time I’ll look.
The process, nothing tops    

A picture has 1000 words
embedded in its shot.  
Sometimes even songs are there
that touches a hearts spot.

A slice of life to be savored.
Maybe its of one loved.
Or a scene from nature grand
maybe a shot of dove.

One can take many great shots.
Camera gets pictures fine.    
All you do is move finger,
and then it will stop time.

Maybe you will take close ups,
that makes you see real near.
It will help you to forget
and throw away your care.

Time is grabbed inside the lens.
It acts like magic tool
Take it every place you go,
and you will feel so cool.

One more thing yes I will say.
You must listen you hear  
Cameras are a special thing
to recall life so dear.

Tomorrow is a powerful day.
Its 11/ 11
New energies are coming
to ground on earth
They are infused with light and love.
Use them to shed any negative thoughts
It's time to start a new
and celebrate
life with abundance on the planet earth.
It's our birthright.

I own about 300 books.
That's 300 main characters,
With roughly 2700 sub main characters.
Its about 12020 chapters,
With about 162600 pages
And about 3252000 sentences,
With roughly 55284000 words.
And that doesn't even account for all the books I have read, which if you know me, is most likely an impressive number.
Yet, of all the worlds I can slip into, with all the characters and personalities I can become, with all the differently written chapters, of all the beautiful unique words....
I can't seem to find the will to escape, can't seem to find the right story to disappear into. Can't find the perfect character to adapt to, can't find the ability to slip into the vast worlds of paper and ink... Of all those beautiful words, can't find one among them to place my emotions much less hold my attention.
I hate it when this happens,
When you can't find the will to disappear into the one thing you love, and have always been able to rely on to escape for just a short while.
No instead your stuck in your own mind with all of its dark chapters, distorted stories and twisted characters. Where, those same beautiful and unique words, are all jumbled together strung up in all the wrong ways. Oh what a dreary feeling. A hopelessness that consumes ones mind, usually so full of humor and imagination, now tethered down to a morbid and dark world