When I close my eyes
being
in the middle of my house
we
detach
there is no world
only silence
and abyss
Nochrisis
being
Day 1091, different.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It started out as one, all the same
in time some told to go, change
falling to be replaced, worn down
still together in being, different.
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 