Day 1622, at last. Day's pictures, Poetry 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
Day 1621, pushed. Day's pictures, Poetry My opinion got ripped out of me ~ it still hangs there attached to the wall ~ I think my time pushed me
Day 1620, news. Day's pictures, Poetry I stand next to an alarm bell ~ I don’t hear anything ~ so I assume all is OK
Day 1619, a hand. Day's pictures, Poetry 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
Day 1618, seven. Day's pictures, Poetry 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
Day 1617, lines. Day's pictures, Poetry We are still hanging around here ~ trying to fit in the lines ~ I wish someone outlined an other place for us
Day 1616, – – . – -. .- Day's pictures, Poetry There are so many holes in the stories they tell ~ that it forms a solid wall
Day 1615, clear cut. Day's pictures, Poetry 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
Day 1614, in. Day's pictures, Poetry When I look in the mirror through your eyes ~ I see the tension between
Day 1613, I spring. Day's pictures, Poetry Each day around and around in circles a spiral till the end working on my bounce
Day 1612, tightened. Day's pictures I will probably not change from the past ~ I tightened it once down and the paint covering it is dry and still there
Day 1611, looking. Day's pictures, Poetry 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
Day 1610, overrated. Day's pictures 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
Day 1609, look at it. Day's pictures, Poetry I like to look at shadows ~ they show you how the world is ~ when you don’t want to look at it
Day 1608, fell. Day's pictures, Poetry 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
Day 1607, water hose. Day's pictures, Poetry 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