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 

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

Underneath we all know
but live in bliss
till the day we know
the days we have left 

I like buildings
they say nothing
while I let them say everything 

I did not carve that line in concrete
but it sure does
forces me 
to choose a side

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

When you are inside
you can see the reflection of yourself
when you're looking outside

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

 

The only outcome you get 
when you measure it all 
is a result 
that is the same at the end 
when you start over.

So many lines are drawn
between all these beginnings
and ends

and that is not
what is confusing
It is the togetherness that disturbs the eye
and mind

When I use the wrong lens
to capture what I see
the distortion is clear
to see

but where is the distortion
when I don’t see it
while using the same
optics

If you look down
and see these interesting
reflections
you have to be careful
not to step into them

because the ripple
will go further than you
expect

Is it still the horizon
if you stand before a wall 
looking up?

I want a dream
that one day I dream
of a world where I
live only with me's
all the other I’s 

What is the opposite of a dark forest?

A misty forest?

Both scary, 

but different.