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
in a tall
with high ceilings
where my thoughts float up
and I can’t see
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?
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.