Day 1297, thoughts.
Its the dirt road
at my house
in the morning
that I drive
on
~
where they stare
at me
each day
~
if I stop
to look closer
they run
cowardly
~
like sheep
Day 1296, but.
I might
be stronger than you
but
you
tie us together
Day 1292, ceiling.
From here
I can see
from the inside
the ceiling
the limit
and
the sky
without
Day 1291, reflection.
The light
in the building
I am
is reflected
indirectly
from an outside
I can’t see
~
from here
Day 1290, lost.
There are many
man made things
that have lost
their purpose
and often also
their story
Day 1287, dirt.
I unearthed
my house
and try
~
to be
~
human
Day 1286, dark brown.
From behind
my window
I can see
~
Autumn colors change
dark green
yellow
orange
a wind of change
dark brown
black
~
the end
Day 1285, death.
Death
on my way
I fear
sometimes
my
imagination
how it
will be
Day 1283, a road.
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 1252, web.
Still
face down
arms and legs spread out
touching the air
close to the ground
~
silence
the world is not
Here?
Day 1248, graze.
Undisturbed
grazing the fields
endless
green grass
and the sun and moon
never set
Nochrisis
Day 1247, long arc.
Roads can turn
on a long arc
but hardly ever
reach the opposite
direction
Nochrisis
Day 1243, on the run.
Peaceful
resting
on the run
between trees
that hide
the sun
Nochrisis
