We have here
three parts
of
an exterior
~
one part
grew up
and got
cut down
as to
protect
~
the other
is made
out off the soil
and
drains
your sorrow
~
the thinnest
layer
is you
badly maintained
and easily changed
Day 1435, escape.
I found
my freedom
~
but
I
am still
looking
at the same
fence
Day 1434, sunrise.
The sun
was shining brightly
behind
muting clouds
~
and the day
was
an hour away
~
but soon
her warmth
redeemed
~
and shone
upon
to me
Day 1433, open.
I am
open
~
I got
unhinged
Day 1432, inside.
I dreamed
climbing
to the heavens
~
on a structure
that I was
inside
Day 1431, flower
A black
flower
cast
on the ground
picked up
turned around
~
bright
layers
inside
Day 1428, turning.
I read the news
in the morning
and feel
the world
turning
~
that
gives me
~
sometimes
~
a beautiful
view
to forget
Day 1426, pain-ting
Some
colourful ideas
seem great
~
but don’t forget
underneath
you are still bare
Day 1425, disappear.
Don’t stare
to long
at the door
~
it might
slowly
disappear
in the wall
Day 1424, reflection
Looming
from the shadows
~
a reflection
behind bars
~
seeks day light
Day 1421, line.
We are
on the same
line
~
but
still far
apart
Day 1419, behind.
The truth
lies
behind the things
you can’t
see
Day 1418, movement.
The distance
is clear
to see
when you’re
moving
what’s
in front of
you
Day 1417, down.
It’s fallen
on bare ground
wrought on
a memory
~
to make the demise
fruitful
Day 1416, thinking.
To think
deeper
You close
your eyes
~
even
if you are
afraid
of the dark
Day 1415, frozen.
