Day 1572, stale.
I can not open
the window
from where I sit
~
I can see
some of the horizon
but it is the smell
that I think
I miss
~
I can get up
but it is still
not to stale
where I sit
Day 1495, far above.
Standing up
hungry
staring at the sky
I slowly see
emerging
stars
far above
my horizon
Day 1484, endless together.
The oceans
and land
flow endless
together
with horizons
~
with no purpose
around
the sun and center
~
till a moor
bounded
stopped the world
its aimless
turning
~
the horizon
now
is no longer
empty
Day 1361, overwhelming.
Its light
and dark
looking
from where I sit
pulling at a horizon
that doesn’t want to
get closer
Day 1326, crossings.
Hope
a glowing bridge
we
create
from the dark parts
in our mind
to
the next day
Day 1126, behind the mountains.
The sea is calm
the horizon still far away
behind the mountains
I presume
Nochrisis
Day 1100, horizon.
The road to freedom
ends
where the horizon
begins.
Nochrisis
Day 796, rays.
Future horizon
promise rejuvenation
and I will open.
Day 784, breath.
A lone sensation
the horizon overflows
I take a deep breath.
Day 775, movement.
