I see this grey man, looking at me in the morning, when I look up and my eyes open from a deep sleep. I’ve seen this a thousand times through a thousand facets and an awareness, like you have, driving too nowhere. Maybe I take that drive today and let the hair I once had, hang free, in the wind.
When I drifted away, many years ago, I got the feeling that I got stuck, maybe halve way. I don’t know why I thought that, knowing that I was going, without aim. I guess everything makes you feel stuck if you go to nowhere.
It looks, that what I hold in front of me, is a shield. But I can tell you, that it works like a sail, a sail that helps me to smoothen the passage over rough tidying’s. leaning against time and its companions makes you stiff and will, at the end, break you, like the tree that never learned to give.
Tread carefully
over past pain
when you’re naked
With some filtered air
I can inhale
the world outside
and keep smiling
I got burned today
but it was only the part that shows
The horizon seems really dark
but the storm clouds make it all clearer
I have been measuring myself
where I end
but I don’t know where to measure
where I start
Most animals kan open their hands
we are the only ones
that closes them
with intent
Standing on a crossroad
is what I thought when I looked
~
I saw only the road
looking back
and forwards
disappear in the distance
~
and no other way
I brushed it away
a lot
And all of the time
I thought
I had some grip
but it was just corrosion that kept us a part
Nochrisis 