Day 1059, grey-less. The red stands for blood that runs through our construct the black, and white our views. The red is what we spill our construct wants to rule we are, black and white. Nochris 15/02/2019 0
Day 973, your shadow. An empty still life once the bearer of your cloak casting your shadow. 21/11/2018 0
Day 954, grey. At low tide, birds feed and the air and light is grey time stands still and goes. 02/11/2018 0
Day 902, endless. Boundless summer bliss when our time stretched endlessly etched in a grey past. 11/09/2018 0
Day 876, grey sky. Grey sky surrounding the wind propels you forwards leaving you behind. 16/08/2018 1
Day 868, dreams. Light shines a corner a dreaming line fades this dawn black veils receding. 08/08/2018 0
Day 837, a new web. One beginning spreads following a blind bearing and pay tribute too. 08/07/2018 0