Day 1860, a dark forest. Daily picture, Poetry I like the feeling of looking into a dark forest ~ there is a silence like a beginning ~ and a darkness that slowly turns to gray ~ I don’t need to wander in the staring inside is enough to imagine
Day 1442, our window. Day's pictures, Poetry We are like windows in houses ~ it’s often hard to look inside ~ in its darkness or brightness
Day 1416, thinking. Day's pictures, Poetry To think deeper You close your eyes ~ even if you are afraid of the dark
Day 1204, second. Day's pictures, Poetry Old colors drawn into the nighttime of the day waiting for the final second Nochrisis
Day 1138, be revealed. Day's pictures, Poetry After many years a forgotten inside stored in darkness will be revealed as memory Nochrisis
Day 1103, looking into. Day's pictures, Poetry Looking into a window seeing the darkness a reflection? Nochrisis
Day 1099, stairs up. Day's pictures, Poetry A corridor leads to stairs up dimly lit by ancient, incandescent its filaments humming counting down, to their end. Rushed by the cadence I feel my way up eyes closed foreseeing the darkness escaping time ending. Nochrisis
Day 1095, workplace. Day's pictures, Poetry Harsh light comes from outside leaving the darkness in corners. My workspace is well lit, I have the time for this just have to get the tools.
Day 1071, unanswered question. Day's pictures, Poetry At night, dark moods like figures wake to pull me in, it’s silent, I fall, overcome. Reality dances, holds close my delirium, makes me feel the chorus. My eyes open and close to fall and wake together engulfing. The pull overwhelms, getting stronger, the darkness dark. My eyes open, awake, an echo drags shadows, my being afraid. What is it that just haunted? Asks my wakening mind. An abstract creation or a representation of nothing…ness? Nochrisis
Day 951, in dark. Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry wandered far in dark a veiled shelter loomed slowly perhaps for lost souls.
Day 827, closed eyes. Day's pictures, Poetry Eyes closed and the darkness spirals. The black mass pulls down, up, it turns, the movement lures my mood in. I open my eyes and it lingers.
Day 800, evolution. Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry Out of the darkness imaginary colors invite the wanting.
Day 799, surge. Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry From darkness recess wild colors surge and explode to drown it all out.