I was feeling extremely “summery” today and told myself I would do a normal photo shoot, nothing extraordinary, no shiny outfits or glittery lights, no sassy backgrounds, just me on a beach. Apparently it’s my thing at this point to take photos that are a little “extra” and I suppose my lack of outside editing skill is just pro at this point – or otherwise everyone’s eyes would be struggling.
It’s difficult to tell you all about opinions regarding upcoming Second Life patches, drama or other irrelevant subjects. I’ve always been more of a poet, and it was also how I expressed my opinions, rather than whining for a billion hours and then another two for good measures. I don’t have anything to say. I’ve come to a point in my life where being “online” means I’m checking who else is or doing my required hours at the club I work at. Being online hasn’t been about hanging out or shopping lately, because I’ve no one to do those with. I take pictures alone, and then I log out. I play League of Legends or am preoccupied with the stress of my two newfound hamsters. (I got two baby boys)
So for tonight you will have to do with my summer photo shoot of 2019.
Merry summermas yall.
See you again the next time I feel like doing poetry or photography.
REACH OUT TO ME THROUGH OUR DISCORD IF YOU WANT TO DO A PHOTO SHOOT!
For this weeks edition I was dared to write second life themed poems based on words that were not connected to each other in any way. LOL. Try to apply these poems to your second life experiences and tell me in comments how they might fit you!
sexy – vase – sword
The highlight of your day was as quiet as a sword hitting metal, making everyone around you LookAt you. are? Sexy. The conventional use of your privacy, you knew who looked at you and you met their gaze and much like in a daze, you grabbed a vase and you threw it at them. because fuck them. they wanted to know information you didn’t want to share and kindness is never met on the same level anyway it’s easier to just be mean to begin with
pixel – helpful – fine
The steel of your problematic knife, gracing over my pixelated skin it broke my heart ever so slightly after your swing, your unhelpful, mean words and your deformed smile nothing you said came out right not since that fight. not since you were no longer mine and I could no longer say I was fine.
A gentle voice woke you up, followed by a small metal hush of your curtains opening, yet no light flowing in. Much like the mornings before, your world had changed drastically upon the metal giant stepping into power – and even though it was your responsibility to lift up the sun each morning and drag it down in the evening, their attempt to control you by cutting your wings had made it tedious, and now the most comfortable and safe place for you was that soft corner of your bed that no one could see from the rest of your apartment. It was a big change from a castle.
“Dear, what colour was the sky?” You hummed, blinking a few times as the dust fell down before your eyes. You hadn’t cleaned in a while either – what was the point anyway – with factories surrounding you.
“Blue, mother.” Such sadness in their voice, their shadow sunk back into your walls along with them, and with the silence falling back upon you, the fairies songs were now just cries for your help.
Do you remember
the sky falls
if you don't
you have to
the wildflowers have turned grey
the birds no longer sing
water has become poison
you must remember
key to recovery
- Ailith 3/6/2019
The small piece above is called “Remember” and it is inspired by the sadness of our world – forgetting what enables our lives – the nature. The thoughts came to my head when I redecorated our family parcel on Second Life, and the scenery changed from a nature surrounded cabin to two modern houses with very little nature anymore. It sort of saddened me, although pictures below – I do love the new houses.