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Fresh Ink: Concrete Thoughts

In Unspoken Ink, one of our most popular programs here at Cactus Cancer Society, our participants write in response to prompts, ranging from pictures to quotes to poetry. We are proud to share the work of our writers here on our blog, including this piece, which is part of a series entitled Fresh Ink.

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A Piece by Tara

Abstract images often lead me to concrete thoughts. It’s just the way my mind works. The weirder it is, the better I can come up with a wild story of daring adventures and emotional turmoil. It’s in the calm images. The one like this, where I see majesty and the long arc of nature’s possession of the world that I find myself unable to think a solid thought. I can only see the green and blue and maybe a little brown and white but it is exactly as the image is. It certainly does not agitate my mind but it does not allow me the fanciful wandering that usually occupies my every thought. I actually wish I could live in this picture. To adopt it as my everyday existence. I don’t understand my brain. It has a mind of its own. Wait, I see it now, the branch that has fallen. It is precariously stuck between the railroad bridges slats. Who knows when that fell. This picture shows me a history. A history touched certainly by human hand but ultimately won by the ferocity of nature. It will keep going without us. Even as we walk the manmade structure, it buckles and bends beneath our mass produced shoes.