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
Day 868, dreams. Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry Light shines a corner a dreaming line fades this dawn black veils receding.