Day 1795, I forget. Daily picture, Poetry I see a lot of tracks leading away and towards ~ I know I made some when I wandered around ~ but I forget if I don’t see a pattern
Day 1794, model number. Daily picture, Poetry I shine with my light on the model number I am ~ besides the number I see no warning lights but my hour counter is stuck ~ do I want to upgrade or just live on without counting
Day 1793, tools. Daily picture, Poetry My tools are not as old as I am ~ they are part of me but not unique ~ they can be passed along when I am gone ~ if someone wants them
Day 1792, forwards. Daily picture, Poetry Normally when you fly the forwards motion pushes you up ~ maybe we are out of shape
Day 1791, progress. Daily picture, pictures Sometimes the clouds seem to be the only thing that changes
Day 1790, the current. Daily picture, Poetry Sometimes I lean against the current so I don’t smell myself Continue reading →
Day 1789, dilute. Daily picture, pictures We often have to climb high and far away from our pride ~ before we can vent whats burning inside ~ and it can help to stand straight because appearance dilutes Continue reading →
Day 1788, windows. Daily picture, Poetry I wander in my head ~ searching for a view through a window in the rooms facing the side where the sun goes down ~ as if beauty or the hope of a next day beholds an answer
Day 1787, projection. Daily picture, Poetry A light shines behind me so I see my shadow at the wall ~ it moves and I guess I do to ~ my shadow seems to know before me where I go ~ maybe I am the shadow and turned on this light in front of me
Day 1786, bloom. Daily picture, Poetry I landed with my face down In a cold reality of dead weeds and earth ~ when I looked up just in front of me I saw a gray flower unopened ~ I wondered when is the right time to bloom
Day 1785, and far. Daily picture, Poetry I saw the whole sky and far in the distance it was beautiful
Day 1783, exit? Daily picture, Poetry I know whats normally behind a door like that a dead end when I go in ~ but I still go searching for a way out on the other side
Day 1781, adorned. Daily picture, Poetry I have adorned myself so I could shine when it was dark ~ in this harsh daylight now it looks sad
Day 1780, my side. Daily picture, Poetry The side of me that is colorful will never let you in ~ it is not even facing the sun
Day 1779, fading identity. Daily picture, Poetry When I am at work I slowly lose my identity and I will never be found