mr_miyago Falling, spinning and out of control. I am not ready to let go. Can't you see I'm still half alive. Well almost half. Drifting downward through the sky I hold my breath a little longer and wait, wait for the ground to punch it away. 6h

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mr_miyago The garden has opened and I see a small passage way through to the far side. Just beyond the hedge he is there. Frozen in time, now never able to be. To be anything except what he has been. It is as if medusa herself photographed him in real time for ever more. 1w

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mr_miyago Whilst looking forward my phones eye is fixed on the orange skin textured roughage of the dash. Magnets holding it in place until I grasp it and rip it too a new reality. Today it was the dark depths of my pocket. 1w

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mr_miyago I am trying to adjust my eyes to the dark. I am a little too drunk and much too far from home, but this alleyway seems calm enough, dark enough. Time to rest my eyes and my mind, come sit with me and let's watch the world go by. 2w

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mr_miyago Thinking of what is right for us and our family, we do what is needed and when there is a time of weakness they are there to tell you they love you and support you. Even when they have passed, you can still feel that love and respect. 2w

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mr_miyago We descend downwards to a repetitive end. Each step we get weaker but see clearer what is below us. Some have the strength to look back on where they have come from, while others ride the banister laughing all the way down. 2w

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mr_miyago Blowing in the breeze, I gently brush my hand upon the grass. As I walk on by, the warm spring air pours across my face and the crackle cicadas ring across the field. 2w

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mr_miyago It's dark and there are footsteps, almost in time with yours. You speed up but so do they. Don't turn around until you must, don't. No, you can feel it's breath upon your sweat beaded neck. Now slow, and as you timidly peer over your own shoulder you see it, glistening in the moon light. It isn't just a statue. Who cares, run run RUN. For night has come 2w

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mr_miyago On the streets and in the canals of Amsterdam. 1mon

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mr_miyago A Buddhist monk tends the garden. 1mon

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mr_miyago Finding the way to a new day 1mon

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mr_miyago A quiet escape 1mon

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mr_miyago Checking in on life. 1mon

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mr_miyago A short break on the journey of life. 1mon

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mr_miyago Time to grow up, but first. 1mon

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mr_miyago The simple things. 1mon

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mr_miyago Sleeping for the day ahead. 1mon

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mr_miyago Prayers during New Years in Taiwan 1mon

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mr_miyago Street dancer during Chinese New Year celebrations in southern Taiwan 1mon

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