Day 1074, I look. Day's pictures, Poetry Through a peephole I look afraid, and see a dark forest. The door won’t open. Nochrisis
Day 1063, a wall. Day's pictures, Poetry Change, a white wall, with a door. A sign, something written, a mark deteriorated, for ages, illegible. A warning, description, a guide? Will you do, a next step, be afraid? Not knowing, immobilized, or unabashed, and open, forget. Are you afraid of the unknown or afraid of standing still? Nochrisis