Day 1100, horizon. Day's pictures, Poetry The road to freedom ends where the horizon begins. Nochrisis
Day 1075, 1976. Day's pictures, Poetry My thoughts from when I was four to get the paint on my hands and never get it off Nochrisis
Day 987, by those who are not. Day's pictures, Poetry When my world was the Christmas tree, and the three wise men cast their shadows, I was truly free. Shielded from the world by those who are not. Nochrisis Continue reading →
Day 790, waiting. Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry Stowed away feelings from dark roots concealed in time awaiting freedom.
Day 771, entombed. Day's pictures, Poetry Unwillingly trapped behind illusive dividers the world clearly visible unreachable close by my flight in-vain pathetic… entombed.
Day 715, Doubt. Day's pictures, Poetry Do I stay, or do I go? Nervous look in my stance. It’s my choice or the worlds? Fly away or be the soil.