
The mountains in the distance is still catching some evening sun when your day in the valley gets darker

The mountains in the distance is still catching some evening sun when your day in the valley gets darker

An attempt to burn the door
was it because it holds you in
or out
to warn
or to suffocate
or is that all the same
that is your question

Self-reflection
while looking in the morning mirror

Casually you walk into the choices you make not caring what you might have the carry you know what you want it's just a hand full of things and no temptations you go on

I have a window outside for when I want to look outside for when I feel inside

The bridge home over a fjord seen from the waterside it moves me even more after all these years to the other side

Stupidity is man's downfall and its savior

Some people are so focused on the lock that they don’t realize that the door is open

I stand here carrying what never will be mine you you who I never know you give me power but not for me you don’t even know and not because it disappears in the darkness

You eat everything you see but only the same now you lie heavy down on your back your eyes follow your hanging head looking at the world upside down

Even the most beautiful scenery is no longer assured of our love after we have lived in it for three months, and some distant coast attracts our avarice: possessions are generally diminished by possession…

Did you know that your future
has always some kind of scaffolding
around it
or at least
bolted to one of its walls
be careful if you work on it
wear a hard head
to protect your brain
for when something fails

IV. Poetry in general seems to have sprung from two causes, each of them lying deep in our nature. First, the instinct of imitation is implanted in man from childhood, one difference between him and other animals being that he is the most imitative of living creatures, and through imitation learns his earliest lessons; and no less universal is the pleasure felt in things imitated. We have evidence of this in the facts of experience. Objects which in themselves we view with pain, we delight to contemplate when reproduced with minute fidelity: such as the forms of the most ignoble animals and of dead bodies. The cause of this again is, that to learn gives the liveliest pleasure, not only to philosophers but to men in general; whose capacity, however, of learning is more limited. Thus the reason why men enjoy seeing a likeness is, that in contemplating it they find themselves learning or inferring, and saying perhaps, ‘Ah, that is he.’ For if you happen not to have seen the original, the pleasure will be due not to the imitation as such, but to the execution, the coloring, or some such other cause.

The shadows we make and see are often more interesting and darker than what it supposed to represent I guess that it also depends on where you stand

I've only listened to your inside
but I will recognize you
if I see you on the street

I was in a church today
for an exhibition
there were also games and puzzles