Day 1963, white dress.
Day 1961, branch
All is colorful
from the branch that is hidden
anonymously
Day 1959, distant.
The distant flowers
behind you in morning light
a painted being
Day 1946, getting undressed.
I saw the flowers today
parading their beauty
opening up
~
like the dresses I see
getting shorter
when the sun gets higher
Day 1928, falling.
At any moment I feel
that I can hit the ground
falling backwards
~
the anticipation
consumes
what’s left of my life
Day 1926, try.
The flowers that I gave you
where still looking at the sun
when it was already gone
~
you threw them away
in that evening
a symbol
of a last try
Day 1924, focus.
If I just changed my posture a little
it all would have been clearer
~
more in focus
Day 1922, sad.
I almost stepped on this little blue flower
hiding in the shadow
~
it looked so sad
without its color
~
I thought I would do it
a favor
~
but it still remembered the morning sun
and it pleaded for its life
in hope for a next morning
Day 1912, not even
The way I look
makes me see
not even
myself
Day 1903, before.
It’s hard to see what comes before death
but what death brings to us
is beautiful
Day 1901, curious.
I’ve already played my part
in last year’s summer dance
~
I gave my seeds
to the passing wind
and showed the beauty
that once was
~
I let all of that go
when this dance was over
though I’m still here
curious
Day 1831, B&W.
I sometimes wish that I could see the world in black and white.
A neat dividing line through every gradation.
Just black and white.
Day 1556, momentum.
A balletic burst
from in
side
~
thoughts torn
in momentum
cast
into nothing
Day 1555, standing.
It’s silent
standing
alone
~
in
tense
Day 1552, light.
I feel the light
even with all this darkness behind me
~
why does it only shine on me
and not on my darkness
Day 1551, more.
In a blur
I see
maybe I have to wake up
more
to see
more
than just colors
