Grinding rough edges.
Shame turned into dust.
That seems to fly.
But settles on your path.
Nochrisis
Day 997, speak to yourself.
Intertwined with loneliness,
the silence when you speak to yourself.
Nochrisis
Verweven met eenzaamheid,
de stilte wanneer je tegen jezelf praat.
I always lived more in my head than in “real life”. Life is something I am interested in ever since I started thinking for myself. I studied it, read countless books about psychology, philosophy and on many other related subjects. Continue reading “Day 997, speak to yourself.”
Day 996, a ride you’re on.
Threads turn unnoticed,
Down or up, you like to lead
while viewpoints slowly adjust
you might never realize
that it’s a ride you’re on.
Nochrisis
Day 995, grayness of the day.
A grey day’s soft light covers your mood.
Reclined in pallid sorrow you wander,
where endless thoughts flare without shadows.
Dissolved by the grayness of the day.
Nochrisis
Day 994, till dust returns us.
Recurring memories.
Etchings within dark fissures.
Sourced from sudden pressure.
Caught.
Deep, unable to rise from.
Scarred till dust returns us.
Nochrisis
Day 993, mist.
A calm sea
the wake
gently
moves underneath me
But I, I stand still
remembering
the horizon
obscured
for now
in a colorful
mist
Nochrisis
Day 992, in anticipation.
I remember.
My hardened nerves turning.
When the door opened.
In anticipation.
Nochrisis
Day 991, in me.
Disoriented.
Eyes towards a ceiling, that is not there
That face, gazing from above, at me
When the darkness goes inside,
sweltering doubts tear deep.
For what is her demand?
When she looks in me.
Nochrisis
Day 990, It reminded me
The entrance,
I like to leave behind.
The cold wind has blown here.
It reminded me.
Nochrisis
