future
Day 1318, plastic.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Even a fake flower
will one day
be loved
for its purity
Day 1312, remembrance.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When we erect
with remembrance
colorful scaffolding
~
we can already see
the shape
of what we wish
Day 1309, hiding.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I leave
my unwanted
ill understood
mark
~
when I walk
away
from my hiding
space
your lot
Day 1308, and down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Waiting in line
to go up
and down
Day 1306, flair.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We might change
with a flair
when we shed
our past
without shaking
Day 1302, into the.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I hang
on one
of three lines
into the
~
its a choice
based on
a
gamble
~
I can switch
but why?
Day 1299, joined.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are
two roads
coming together
in me
~
my
past
and
a
past
~
my future depends
on how they are
joined
Day 1292, ceiling.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From here
I can see
from the inside
the ceiling
the limit
and
the sky
without
Day 1288, holes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My road
to the world
and home
is poorly paved
~
I filled some holes
but they are hard to avoid
and soon
show their true depth
again
~
now
I descend in them
slowly
to spare my nerves
Day 1283, a road.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see
the road
is straight
and well lit
but dark
~
it does not
scare me
but
I wont go
that way
~
I stay here
in the shadow
Day 1281, expands.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I am carried
by a thousand
extremities
through an endless
expanse
to nowhere
Day 1277, fallen.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I am fallen
all ready
but still
on
the run
Day 1276, a direction.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I look up
to
the wind vane
far away
stuck
in
a direction
blurred
in the distance
Day 1270, sides.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The road
is not lit
by the light
but by the darkness
on its sides
Day 1267, lines.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From here
I see lines
coming together
in the future
when I wake
on my side
I am not
so sure