Day 1652, a deep sea. I worked hard on this vessel ~ it is still floating adrift with the current ~ towards the sunset away from its rise ~ a deeper sea is what I feel 30/09/2020 1
Day 1651, my shore. I have many memories that I stranded on the islands before my coast ~ and when the moon and the winds play together their game ~ I remember what washes on my shore 29/09/2020 0
Day 1650, driving. The clouds and mountains move slowly ~ and the water reflects my mind ~ before the next turn I stop to take a picture and save this moment for you 28/09/2020 0
Day 1649, a 1000 choices. Breaking point or not ~ that is the question Continue reading “Day 1649, a 1000 choices.” → 27/09/2020 2
Day 1647, disbelieve. By now you can say we stare at it ~ in disbelieve ~ one of those stares where you forget what it is to see 25/09/2020 0
Day 1646, uproar. With all that swelling internal noise I get the impression that something is gonna change soon ~ says the day dreamer ~ for the people that dream at night ~ the noise is there always by day 24/09/2020 0
Day 1645, green grass. You know how you can tell that we as humans have no clue what this world is all about ~ we often follow like sheep 3 or 4 shepherds that know how to walk upright and command ~ it probably takes an other 10000 years before we all can think and graze for ourselves 23/09/2020 0
Day 1644, hindsight. Some people see a new future ahead ~ with an obvious dead end in sight ~ as if your future is no more than your past in hindsight 22/09/2020 0
Day 1643, a lot. It just comes all towards me when I think of it ~ when I open my eyes and see it all in front of me ~ I just need to focus on a cubic inch of matter at a time ~ and then at the end it lays all clear in parts in front of me 21/09/2020 0
Day 1642, leave it open. A closed book may have taught you a thing or two ~ but it will not do that again 20/09/2020 0
Day 1641, wondering. We can leave our conscience ~ when we are naked and all alone ~ wondering in our minds inner prairie ~ in search for a place to shelter and re mi nisce our path 19/09/2020 0
Day 1638, clown. They say some clowns clown because they touch sadness with one hand ~ while you only feel it ~ but some clowns clown without knowing that there is sadness 16/09/2020 0
Day 1637, art of the struggle. O dear leader let us all look at you in one direction ~ give us play while we despair in despise ~ and make us shout THE WORLD IS NOT BURNING IT’S JUST ON FIRE 15/09/2020 0