Day 1530, fenced off. Day's pictures, Poetry The darkness underneath my road that is fenced of by the world ~ is only visible when I cross a chasm
Day 1529, who. Day's pictures, Poetry A white bridge spanning a dark ~ crosses me to a side ~ I don’t know who I will meet over there within me
Day 1528, fog. Day's pictures, Poetry Through all the fog I see in the morning ~ I walk still to the other side of the bridge that I don’t see ~ but know
Day 1527, weighted Day's pictures, Poetry I throw out these thin weighted lines ~ every now ~ and than I hope to find a depth that tells me if I am climbing up or down
Day 1525, to the other. Day's pictures, Poetry The road we walk to the other is ~ suspended by dreams searching upwards to attach a reality ~ it feels real the end is just not in sight
Day 1524, out of sight. History, Poetry Some of my lines of thought seem to hover in my mid air ~ but maybe I am just the middleman
Day 1523, ok. Day's pictures, Poetry We pull on each the other we push ~ we lean with each the other way
Day 1522, atmosphere. Day's pictures, Poetry A perfect sphere underneath the clouds ~ where silence has a last word and we listen
Day 1521, links. Day's pictures, Poetry I see these links that formed illusive at first through the blinders ~ but look lean back and the road followed is clear
Day 1517, complicated. Day's pictures, Poetry I still follow the lines that life throws in front of me ~ maybe I should have grabbed one