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Covid-19 Statistics Part V: Flattening the Curve

Posted in health, inspiration, life, personal, photography, science, travel, writing with tags , on April 15, 2020 by Shadow

The numbers:

Difference in number of cases: 487,857 (32% increase)
-1% decrease rate

Difference in mortality: 38,351 (43% increase)
10% increase rate

Difference in recovery: 148,773 (45% increase)
28% increase rate

Total of “unknown” outcomes: 1,391,095
Ratio of mortality-to-total-known-outcomes: 1:5

280,000 mortalities projected from current number of unknown outcomes

We have our first negative percentage rate, appearing in the total number of cases, which is good news. The curve is starting to flatten, though the mortality rate is still persistent, which is unfortunate. Keep doing what you’re doing and the world will get better.

Be careful, stay positive, and as always, follow the CDC guidelines for staying healthy during this trying time.
https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/index.html

Pass Me By ~ A Video Poem

Posted in depression, inspiration, life, love, personal, poetry, writing with tags , , on October 10, 2019 by Shadow

Mortal Love

Posted in depression, life, love, Mortal Love, personal, poetry with tags , , , on December 26, 2018 by Shadow

Master of Disguise

Posted in life, love, personal, poetry, writing with tags , , , on May 5, 2018 by Shadow

I’m holding a sword now
But I’m queasy inside
I move and I’m understanding
A love that would strike me
Do I look like a knight?
Look how my veins are bleeding

Now I see it all so clear
There’s nothing in your eyes
You taught me what to be
A master of disguise

I stand at the threshold
But I can’t take a step
The truth has me down and shaking
A peace that eludes me
Am I supposed to be brave?
My desires are so aggravating

With a simple choice of words
I’m cold adrift the skies
You taught me what to be
A master of disguise

I’m facing the destruction
Exhausted I gaze
My body is an act without me
No silver lining in the clouds
Where I am supposed to go?
Into the open I’m never free

Through the crowd I’m waking
No longer am I diseased
In control I roll the dice
You taught me what I need to be
Without a soul or heart I am

A master of disguise

Un-Alone

Posted in life, personal, poetry, prose, writing with tags , on July 20, 2014 by Shadow

Them

After traumatic events led to a major disorder in my thinking, something bizarre occurred. One day I found myself face-to-face with a doorway into another world; and yet, it was a doorway into my mind. I saw beings there that looked like people, and they saw me in return. I say they looked like people because in some ways, they were more like creatures, mutated forms mocking the shape of a human.

Being seen like this was jarring; startling. Their eyes felt like my eyes, as though I were watching myself. I felt fear, a fear they could grasp. I tried to cope, but a haunting sensation tore through me, the kind that told me I wasn’t important to anyone. The feeling was crippling and I wanted to hide, but wherever I tried to move to, their eyes followed me.