Day 2517, strange.


I found this house dreaming inside
standing on a slope
on the same hill where I grew up

I walked towards
curious
to find an empty barn

wondering what all of this meant
I walked on searching 
for what I hoped was still my old house

Day 2102, staring.

Day's pictures

An older picture of mine I wanted to share, I just want to sit there.

Day 1357, paint.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I live

in a tall

wooden house

with high ceilings

where my thoughts float up

and I can’t see

the paint

that protects

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 1055, a door.

Day's pictures, Poetry

A door, lost in nowhere

black painted iron, half sunken in still white snow

I stare, get lost, did I go through?

Is it even open?

the whiteout hides, footsteps passing

maybe I leaped, I will not know, so

I leave the door behind

dreaming of other pastures

on one of two sides.

Nochrisis

Nochrisis

Amor fati

dreaming

Day 2517, strange.

Day 2102, staring.

Day 1357, paint.

I live

in a tall

wooden house

with high ceilings

where my thoughts float up

and I can’t see

the paint

that protects

Day 1071, unanswered question.

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?

Day 1055, a door.

A door, lost in nowhere

black painted iron, half sunken in still white snow

I stare, get lost, did I go through?

Is it even open?

the whiteout hides, footsteps passing

maybe I leaped, I will not know, so

I leave the door behind

dreaming of other pastures

on one of two sides.

Day 868, dreams.

Light shines a corner

a dreaming line fades this dawn

black veils receding.