Day 1622, at last. The patterns I see are forming letters ~ the words are there but I need more distance ~ for the sentence I need to turn away ~ and to understand I have to wait till I close my eyes 31/08/2020 0
Day 1621, pushed. My opinion got ripped out of me ~ it still hangs there attached to the wall ~ I think my time pushed me 30/08/2020 0
Day 1620, news. I stand next to an alarm bell ~ I don’t hear anything ~ so I assume all is OK 29/08/2020 0
Day 1619, a hand. A handprint in a gravel beach ~ the upcoming tide hasn’t yet taken it away ~ did someone pushed themselves up ~ or did they stop a fall ~ maybe they just wanted to feel the cold gravel 28/08/2020 0
Day 1618, seven. A black dot erased ~ standing at the end of a long sentence ~ not so he could write on ~ but to deny him a new line 27/08/2020 0
Day 1617, lines. We are still hanging around here ~ trying to fit in the lines ~ I wish someone outlined an other place for us 26/08/2020 0
Day 1616, – – . – -. .- There are so many holes in the stories they tell ~ that it forms a solid wall 25/08/2020 0
Day 1615, clear cut. All the fibers tore seamless in my body at the same time ~ when you told me ~ it was best this way ~ a clear cut and I was 24/08/2020 0
Day 1613, I spring. Each day around and around in circles a spiral till the end working on my bounce 22/08/2020 0
Day 1612, tightened. I will probably not change from the past ~ I tightened it once down and the paint covering it is dry and still there 21/08/2020 0
Day 1611, looking. When I sit and look like an eagle ~ watching what you do hiding like a shadow behind you ~ I search for my insecurity in you 20/08/2020 0
Day 1610, overrated. I like your embrace it feels like cold steel wires hugging me ~ warmth is overrated when you live in a cold world ~ lets be honest 19/08/2020 0
Day 1609, look at it. I like to look at shadows ~ they show you how the world is ~ when you don’t want to look at it 18/08/2020 0
Day 1608, fell. A dividing wall lay flat on a corrugated blood soaked metal floor ~ there are no people here they are long gone mending their wounds ~ the wall fell but who will raise it again 17/08/2020 0
Day 1607, water hose. We’ll keep them hanging around even though they are cut up in so many pieces that they are useless ~ you can no longer water your soil with them ~ my dear old arguments 16/08/2020 0