Day 827, closed eyes. Day's pictures, Poetry Eyes closed and the darkness spirals. The black mass pulls down, up, it turns, the movement lures my mood in. I open my eyes and it lingers. Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related