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Why am I angry?
Why do I care?
Why don't I leave,
going, who knows where?

To see a loved one,
as mental acuity fades,
while my own
personality, jades.

I'm angry at myself,
for losing control.
Not a good Caregiver,
not fulfilling my role.

Madness, becomes you,
she said to me.
I write these words,
thinking only of thee.

My mind in a twirl,
longing to be,
with you again,
though you don't like me.

He was no longer here.
He no longer came.
I feel quite badly,
not remembering his name.

I see many people,
many looking the same,
but I still have an issue,
not remembering his name.

Perhaps, you have seen,
all those who remain,
to me it's a mystery,
not remembering his name.

Many the evening,
ignorance was to blame
as I keep struggling,
not remembering his name.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

What's that red ring in the sky? Lightning. The most commonly seen type of lightning involves flashes of bright white light between clouds. Over the past 50 years, though, other types of upper-atmospheric lightning have been confirmed, including red sprites and blue jets. Less well known and harder to photograph is a different type of upper atmospheric lightning known as ELVES. ELVES are thought to be created when an electromagnetic pulse shoots upward from charged clouds and impacts the ionosphere, causing nitrogen molecules to glow. The red ELVES ring pictured had a radius of about 350 km and was captured in late March about 100 kilometers above Ancona, Italy. Years of experience and ultra-fast photography were used to capture this ELVES -- which lasted only about 0.001 second.

Photo by Valter Binotto

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I was sitting, in the back,
corner of this old "watering hole."
Young and single, was I.
Alone, for the first time, in my young life.
Looking for adventure, knowing not
what to expect, when a young lady
approached me saying, "You know dancing
is free?
That began my evening of learning to dance,
While, in my heart I wanted romance.
Please understand when I tell you this tale,
it was a make-believe story, about what
I thought would be the way my life
would look to thee.

He arrives for breakfast,
I do know his name.
Recognize his clothing.
It's always the same.

Pajama bottoms, pattern I see,
are the same,
morning or night.
Perhaps, that's his only attire?

PJ's, a safe way to go.
I've seen her 10 months.
Always the same clothes.
May have others, I suppose.

Time flows bye here,
quicker, when thee,
count in numbers,
one, two, three.

Do you remember,
last Fall?
Twas the biggest event
at the Caretakers Ball.

The dances were many
which wasn't all,
for the younger couple
would expect us to fall.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Are stars better appreciated for their art after they die? Actually, stars usually create their most artistic displays as they die. In the case of low-mass stars like our Sun and M2-9 pictured here, the stars transform themselves from normal stars to white dwarfs by casting off their outer gaseous envelopes. The expended gas frequently forms an impressive display called a planetary nebula that fades gradually over thousands of years. M2-9, a butterfly planetary nebula 2100 light-years away shown in representative colors, has wings that tell a strange but incomplete tale. In the center, two stars orbit inside a gaseous disk 10 times the orbit of Pluto. The expelled envelope of the dying star breaks out from the disk creating the bipolar appearance. Much remains unknown about the physical processes that cause and shape planetary nebulae.

Tom Turcich set out on a seven-year journey to find the meaning of life. He walked around the world, visiting over 60 countries and covering almost 40,000 miles. Along the way, he talked to people about their beliefs, cultures, and values. He found that people's answers to the meaning of life varied greatly, from "finding joy in the everyday" to "serving others". He also learned the importance of connection and breaking down the barriers between people. Despite the hard times and loneliness, Tom found fulfillment and joy on his journey. He made lifelong connections, found appreciation for the world, More at the Guardian ➜

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