Day 1667, noone.
Day 1666, fall.
For a few days in nature
a colorful festival
celebrates the end
of growth and feast
~
and we
admirers
in awe we forget
to celebrate
our own
Day 1306, flair.
We might change
with a flair
when we shed
our past
without shaking
Day 1300, silent.
Death
hangs down
its silent
body
~
waiting
for an other
end
Day 1259, clouds.
The wind is weak
between the clouds
where I
slowly move
and embrace
my world
til I am heavy
and fall
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?
Nochrisis
Day 891, Habitual.
Habitual fall
when festering thoughts rain down
transformation looms.
Day 841, fall 2.
