Day 2202, unfold.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I thought it was a throw away day

but then I unfolded it

Day 2200, limited freedom.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I feel my free will

but are the wires I pull

stretching out into the world

attached only to what I think is real

is freedom not the joy you can have

of fantasizing the world you live in

being a cluster of stardust that can dream

Day 2198, feeling up.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Yesterday I found a switch

that could be turned up or down or all around

when I turned my head in welcome dispair over forgotten choices

I saw in the corner

this dirty old panel with lights and red buttons

symbols I recognize from the day’s before life

seems to have started

staring at it I remember slowly my little fingers hovering over these buttons

feeling for a choice

Day 2197, switch.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Sometimes you come across a switch

in life

one you don’t know what it does

and still you get the urge to turn

it up or down

which ever way feels good

Day 2196, timer.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I see the timer rests on zero

I forgot

do i still have to set it

or did it just go of

Day 2195, concrete.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I was standing under this great bridge

made of grey concrete

every bridge is great if you are close to it

even one made of grey concrete

Day 2194, key.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Did I leave the key in the ignition as a reminder

or did I just forget to start

Day 2193, perpetual emotion.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I grab you

and let you go

I grab you

and let you go

I grab you

and let you go

I grab you

and keep on going

forever

but don’t know

can you

stop me

Day 2192, onlooker.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I wish a was a fly on the wall

so I can fly away

but instead

I am the wall

Day 2191, my hand.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I am happy that my hands do the dirty work

so my mind can stay clean

Day 2190, trapped.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Today I restored the window I started with yesterday as much as possible. The damage was mostly superficial, and I removed that what was rotten and replaced it with that what is new.

Like in real life the damage was worse where the window was most exposed to the environment and it’s lingering influence. Like a bad look or underhand remark water seeps down and crawls into narrow crevices where it slowly eats itself further inside.

This time we were lucky, the window was made of good quality wood and though it lived it’s whole life on the weather side it did well. I have to say that it didn’t help that later in life someone used modern sealant to prevent more water from coming in but this also prevented the already trapped water from ever moving out again.