Don't stack all your experiences on top of each other
if you use it as a defensive wall

it will crumble if you lean against it 

put some effort into it
like cement

The advantage of hanging by a thread
I would say the view

of where you are going

I am still part of this cold world
but the river that moves us all
has put herself between me
and what for me 
is the rest
of that world 

These colorful sunsets are never captured the way you feel
and I never take the time to do that 

The expression on a face means nothing 
if you look back at it

I look up to find where you live
you said I would recognize your window
but they all look the same

I wonder if you were someone else for me 
than that you are now

I look again
who are you
in one of those window

Longing for warmth she left
leaving behind 
falen over
where she parked 

I made some announcements in my life
and they were all taken
but I’m not sure how

Picture end poem combined from Day 1298, 1486 and 1598 See day 2444 for an explanation.

We are dead till we breathe
this end confined
suspended
in hazy air


standing on my road
this life
this confined interior
these massive structures

my fear
my reality
my ancient bedrock

Today I wanted to do something different. I took a random number generator and let it choose 3 old posts. The idea was to combine the three pictures and the three poems, or how you might call them. This is a photoshopped picture and a merger of three poems from Day 876, 1524, and 1580. The rule I set for myself for both the picture and the poems was not to add things; taking away was ok and reusing to.  And before I forget it, these poems have nothing to do with where I am now, they are just experiences that have somehow carved there tracks in me and my past. 

Some of my lines
woke me 
in my dream

a massive leaving 
my concrete structure
its weight

it seems to hover
pressed in bed
mid-air

I am just
just leaving 
you