Day 1986, questions.

Just before

she lets it all go

she looked to reach

~

I don’t know if it was for the wind

to take her along

~

or in search for the edge

to fall off

~

or maybe climb on

Day 1985, still life.

The sunset reflected on the wall  

something prevented me

from looking to the end of the day

~

It was this seed

waiting fully grown

maybe for me

Day 1983, inside.

I see you on the TV

in pieces

because he up there

seems to hate you

 

I always thought that we humans share our delight for emptiness and silence. Seeing a landscape while you drive trough the day, your mind goes silent and the noise of the engine disappears. I thought we share these moments, no matter who you are. So why is it that most people can’t bare the silence, and nothingness, that life is? Why does the silence and fastness, where you walk alone inside, be filled with structures, signs where to go, and not? Why don’t we appreciate the silence, and each other’s empty landscape?

Day 1981, awareness.

I see this grey man, looking at me in the morning, when I look up and my eyes open from a deep sleep. I’ve seen this a thousand times through a thousand facets and an awareness, like you have, driving too nowhere. Maybe I take that drive today and let the hair I once had, hang free, in the wind.

Day 1980, stuck.

When I drifted away, many years ago, I got the feeling that I got stuck, maybe halve way. I don’t know why I thought that, knowing that I was going, without aim. I guess everything makes you feel stuck if you go to nowhere.

Day 1979, sail.

It looks, that what I hold in front of me, is a shield. But I can tell you, that it works like a sail, a sail that helps me to smoothen the passage over rough tidying’s. leaning against time and its companions makes you stiff and will, at the end, break you, like the tree that never learned to give.

Day 1978, touch.

I like to touch your face

like you touch a rose

~

but something scares me

to get closer

~

it’s what holds you up

and cut’s me 

Day 1976, camouflage.

My camouflage

works only at home

where you don’t see me

~

outside

I don’t feel at home

and see myself

everywhere

in you

~

my camouflage

works only at home

when I’m with you

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