Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not.
– Epicurus
we chase it
for eternity
yet, what do we lose
in our (endless)
chase
for, that
serene
(moment)
and
can
we find
it
before that
door
closes?
a dark slice of poetry for wordpress weekly photo challenge – Serene
*shot with fujifilm x100f with fixed 23mm (35mm full frame equivalent) lens at ISO1250, f/4 and 1/60s*
andy townend 
A little light reading on a Sunday, Andy? Hope you are doing well. You have been quiet…
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Hi Lois, one might say I plumbed new depths with this one, sometimes I pay around with an image and then I realize the story it is telling me…also feeling very very tired at the moment. Too many flights, too little life
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Lovely quotation and poem, Andy. And the photo … perfect!
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Thank you Liza, I am glad you appreciated it, I was afraid it might be a little too dark
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Beautiful poem, Andy.
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Thank you Lucile, I’ve been meaning to write more and so far failing..
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I’d not call it a failure, Andy, as you don’t seem to have much free time.
Quantity is not important as you deliver high quality, even if you write less.
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You, as always, are very kind. I really do want to write more. I’ve a book inside me. If I dare to write it. Thank you again, for being here.
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Sorry for my late reply, Andy. I’ve been offline since January due to an elbow injury.
Nothing serious but needs rest from typing.,
And let this book get out!
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