
Mesmerized I am by how you have hidden doors behind all straight lines

Mesmerized I am by how you have hidden doors behind all straight lines

What do you do to restrain or not get restraint prepare with yourself

Finally you reached the crossroad you know so well from that empty space

One flew away from from the others surrounding to not be alone

Leaning perspectives you hold on to what's not there from where you now stand

From old fallen leaves a dark stream originates guiding a way down

I disconnected while untying this one knot holding everything

I stick my hand out a thousand fingers try to touch something lighter

From a nothing comes an expending thoughtless thought waiting for a sign

I like writing these cryptic poems or lines. It is full of meaning for me and holds little meaning for others. I like it because it condenses my thoughts, and the best part is: that maybe I still know what it once meant to me in a future reading, something that does not always happen.

A winter descended, and from nothing, ice appeared. From nothing, you say?

My dark and light side rest in balance against me at least I hope so

A lonely island where imagination lives dark and secluded

See! Two horizons. A sunset at their crosspoint. The road is now free.

1 46 The artist’s sense of truth. – In regard to knowledge of truths, the artist possesses a weaker morality than the thinker; he does not wish to be deprived of the glittering, profound interpretations of life and guards against simple and sober methods and results. He appears to be fighting on behalf of the greater dignity and significance of man; in reality he refuses to give up the presuppositions which are most efficacious for his art, that is to say the fantastic, mythical, uncertain, extreme, the sense for the symbolical, the over-estimation of the person, the belief in something miraculous in genius: he thus considers the perpetuation of his mode o reaction more important than scientific devotion to the truth in any form, however plainly this may appear.

The past changes
with the mood I play
with yesterday