Last night somewhere somewhere in my dreams I stood on dry land a pier underwater I was waiting for the boat it seems without doors only when I turned around did I see the door open
Day 2282, what if.Day's pictures, Poetry
your dreams came true
Day 2069, On sleep and sleeplessness.Day's pictures
The pictures you see were from a trip we made in 2014 to Greece. Most people go to the islands, but we decided to rent a car and drive through the main country and visit the ancient sites. It is a beautiful country with relatively few tourists, so all the sites are not overcrowded, and you can really enjoy it. We hadn’t planned to go to Greece that year; we wanted to visit my girlfriend’s family in America, so we prepared everything, and then I wanted to check-in at the airport, and the lady behind the counter told me that my passport was not valid anymore, it was just out of date. So that was some stress; we saved just enough money for the trip to America, but it was luckily enough to buy some new tickets to Greece and rent a car for three weeks and stay in the many reasonably priced hotels. It was a little bit stressful to travel without a passport, but it was still in Europe, so it should go alright, and it did. Greece popped in my head when I had to make a quick decision; we had already traveled through Norway for half a day, and my mind was set to go on holiday that day. Greece still had nice weather; it was at the end of September, so that was a plus, and I was always interested in seeing where all these philosophers lived that I know and sometimes read. It was an excellent choice; it was a shame that we couldn’t see her family, but we also learned that we could be flexible together when confronted with bad luck.
Day 1531, when I slept.Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s the bridges
that brought me here
that I see
In the nightmare
that I had
when I slept
in my dream
Day 1462, before.Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Before I close my eyes
I see my dreams in sketches
and maybe before
Day 1357, paint.Day's pictures, Poetry
in a tall
with high ceilings
where my thoughts float up
and I can’t see
Day 1259, clouds.Day's pictures, Poetry
The wind is weak
between the clouds
til I am heavy
Day 1213, feel.Day's pictures, Poetry
in the shadows
feel the light
Day 1209, deep.Day's pictures, Poetry
In my sleep
in old forests
among the lizards
Day 1164, overdue.Day's pictures, Poetry
An old fire
on long forgotten
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 1062, wonderland.Day's pictures, Poetry
We clear the atmosphere
and set course to other worlds
our long sleep last ages
but for us, it’s just one dream
from our bridge, we see the new world
when we wake up from our sleep
It’s blue from up here
when closer, land does appear
we set down and wander out
just the two of us
all alone in this new land with an apple tree
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.
Day 1048 a new day.Day's pictures, Poetry
My eyes open, and it is dark
a heavy feeling, but I rise
the alarm goes, and turns of
I sit straight, to feel
the mask I will wear
a grimace, that takes over
that haunted my dreams
What does my cat dream.My thoughts
I am listening to eighties music on YouTube and was thinking about my nostalgic period of the month. I guess because I was a teenager back then that that’s why I love that music so mush, even the song I didn’t like back then.
You are so mush emptier when you’re young that every sip of life makes a deeper impression then they do now, when you are older, and you are full…almost full.
When I go to bed I often hope to dream about those days, maybe my cat is doing that now.
This is the music list i played: 80 hits