#lonely bench

[juliamstarr]

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[tracesineternity]

[wynndy]

I walked by this bench for years, I never saw anyone seated there.  Last time I came through here the bench was gone.  I submit this offering to the bench that isn’t there...

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[juliamstarr]

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[wynndy]

A lonely bench in the woods.  Image made with as Olympus E-PL1.

[mcloud]

A Lonely Bench ii || July 17 2022

A week later, we walk by the same bench. The air is warm and dry. The fireflies stay in view but no longer keep my heart wrenched. Enough time has gone by.

Instead of seeing a gracious path, We see the exhaustion of our brain. Home feels far away when your emotions enact their wrath. Instead of freed, we feel a little chained.

In this kind of setting, We wonder if the lonely bench would be soothing.

[mcloud]

A Lonely Bench || July 2022

It is a tuesday evening in Brooklyn. The rain drizzles down ever so softly. Fireflies come in and out of view, dancing amongst their kin. I take this precious time to walk calmly.

Ahead as the puddled path glistens and sparkles, A glowing light and lonely bench come into view. On this bench, have people fallen in love, cried, laughed, and birthed miracles? And is it something I could experience too?

In this kind of setting, The lonely bench becomes much less intimidating.