Who ever looks at the road they went on
the one you felt under your feet
it seems to be
that that is almost no one
but the people looking down
Day 3535, felt.
Day's pictures, PoetryPoetry
Day 3533, I opened.
Daily picture, Poetry
I opened the left green door
but it was closed
Day 3532, open or closed.
Daily picture, Poetry
Knowing is weakness
Questioning is structural
Day 3531, look twice.
Daily picture, Poetry
I would like to display the tracks I leave
on a wall
but
you have to look twice
because my past is worth it
to look twice
at least by me
Day 3528, it is either.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It is either a force like gravity
or wind
that made the excess water run
it all depends
on how you interpret your perspective
Day 3526, saying it all.
Daily picture, Poetry
The reflections
of colorful glass in broken glass
is saying it all
if I am not mistaken
Day 3525, you now draw.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the future
or further away
the once sharp lines you now draw
begin to show another kind of pattern
one that hypnotizes
Day 3524, lines.
Daily picture, Poetry
There is enough to see
amongst the dead buildings
sprung from dreams and nightmares
it’s just a matter of perspective
contrast
some lines
and an eager eye
Day 3523, again.
Daily picture, Poetry
My wings are not clipped
but I lost some feathers
landing hard
hopefully I still have enough
next time I drive off a cliff
again
Day 3522, the end.
Daily picture, Poetry
Underneath we all know
but live in bliss
till the day we know
the days we have left
Day 3521, let them.
Daily picture, Poetry
I like buildings
they say nothing
while I let them say everything
Day 3519, a side.
Daily picture, Poetry
I did not carve that line in concrete
but it sure does
forces me
to choose a side
Day 3518, turn around.
Daily picture, Poetry
I see tree branches reflecting
in two windows close to each other
they seem to be from the same tree
maybe I should turn around
and see for myself
Day 3516, you can.
Daily picture, Poetry
When you are inside
you can see the reflection of yourself
when you're looking outside
Day 3514, old windows.
Daily picture, Poetry
The sky
turned gold tonight
when I looked
outside
to wonder
Day 1654
Early morning light
is framed by a closed window
reflecting my mind.
Day 964
We feel protected
by the symbols we live in
it’s quiet in there
Day 2789
Day 3512, that is.
Daily picture, Poetry
The only outcome you get
when you measure it all
is a result
that is the same at the end
when you start over.
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