I
like a fly
resting on a leaf
~
sitting still
moving with the wind
~
looking at life
with all it’s facets
~
for a few days
Nochrisis
Day 1161, do you.
The memo
with the rules
I think
It
was hanging here
Have you seen it?
Do you
my friend
know how to live?
Nochrisis
Day 1154, unlike.
The vessels we use
to drink
in
our life’s
look all unlike
but all arise
from similar ground
Nochrisis
Day 1150, life on a blue planet.
Cold hard surface
clear colorful life
clinging moving tide
Nochrisis
Day 1141, of our time.
Three hinges
hold the door
of our time
here
in place
~
from standing still
you take a step
from an empty mind
you get a thought
from nothing
you see beauty
Nochrisis
Day 1140, symmetry.
If you stand
at the right place
in front of
differences
you might see
symmetry
as substitute
for
equality
Nochrisis
Day 1129, friend on a bridge.
The bridge
crossed your mind
on your way
~
on good day’s
~
looking down
from the bridge
at the city
at the roofs
the houses
that hide
you are sure
have problems you lived
are covered
not seen
have no door
~
the bridge
is now
has become
today
for you
are down
no longer
for crossing
to overcome
~
you
~
you just want
~
to be
~
brave
one more time
~
close a door
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Day 1124, between the islands.
A road that ends
where the sea begins
no one is here anymore
they sailed to search
between the islands
the purpose of their life
Nochrisis
Day 1090, couch.
The left side of the couch
is where I stare,
sitting in the middle –
where future meets past
my silence –
of the room.
Nochrisis
Day 1089, my room.
I was cooking the other day
and sorrows where thinking for me,
between the damp and smoke.
It’s a mess, said my room
up there, in my thoughts
where I stare at the walls.
Nochrisis
Day 1082, Cold mountains.
Life, thinly spread out in the valleys of white mountains and dark soil.
The loneliness here is in its nature close when the silence takes you.
And the cold coming from the mountains gives you a harsh calm.
Nochrisis
Day 1070, lifeless structures.
Abandoned, lifeless structures
strewn around with idle hope
weathered and quiet, half overgrown
forgotten at the end
together with the dust and silent life’s
Nochrisis
Day 1052, no control.
Turning around, and around, and around
till momentum takes you along
on a path and no control
Nochrisis
Day 1050, life.
Black cliffs doom
ridged
a defile
towering
I feel
still
in calm waters
I move
feel judged
my mind plays
I see
pareidolia
the many faces
in me
appraise
I waver
through the current
that resolves
and flows
till
black cliffs doom
Nochrisis
Constructed memory.
Why do I think we all build a structure, a narrative, that explains or bears our existence?
First of all, it’s a story I’ve been telling myself for many years, if I tell you about its origin, I guarantee you that it is…a structure. It probably started while reading a book, but I don’t know what book or where I read it.
We all been in situations where you are certain about a situation, certain facts you remember from the past. Till you meet someone that was with you at the time and recollects it totally different.
Day 1028, why I am here.
