Day 1591, happy.

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In the fourth doorway

is saw you standing

~

I don’t know why

I kept opening

~

but also

stayed behind

~

from this distance

I can’t see

the age

in your eyes

~

and you know

that makes me happy

Day 1590, I wonder.

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I live above

and below you

~

I hear footsteps

and your music

~

I hear your door

and a toilet

~

I see someone

in the lift

~

and I wonder

if you wonder

Day 1589, surface.

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He saw this shiny new surface

to land on and rest for a while

~

not wondering why he alone

eagerly set his foot willingly down

~

and there in his mind he got stuck in the new

that never lets go but the shine of its surface

Day 1588, the end.

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The final burdens

~

tripping

over old memories

~

forgotten fears

in the middle

of the night

~

the end of an era

~

at the beginning

Day 1586, protection.

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Looking back

at all the misshapen

building blocks

stacked together

to form this wall

~

it all seems to fit

effortlessly

but I still remember

standing down there

between all the broken pieces

of the walls

left

by my forefathers

Day 1585, barriers.

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I stumbled upon

this wall last week

~

it is solid

but also made

out of many

small facets

stacked

together

~

it doesn’t really matter

it is still

standing

in my way

Day 1584, when.

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Every night

when you close your eyes

and wait for the moment

that never comes

~

and when you are there

you are also gone

for a few hours

or forever

~

one example

that death will come

and always

at the end of your life

~

remember that

Day 1582, line.

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My line of sight is tied down

for the forces that push on it

are relentless

~

I hope one day

I can release it

and let the horizon fill

with the breath I kept

and pull on me

Day 1579, twilight.

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I see bright light

and myself

standing still

at the end

of a dark tunnel

~

I stared so long

in twilight

trying to see this road

I am afraid it will disappear

when I step

outside

Day 1578, roof.

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I felt protected

for many years

~

but the roof was corroding

from the inside out

and one day the rain

came down

inside

and woke me up

Day 1577, stares.

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I remember the house

where I thought I grew up

~

there was an old chimney

a corner where I played

and my father closed the door

~

in my memories

he was never there

in reality

he often stares at me

standing in front

of my reflection

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