lost
Day 1388, I open.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It feels
like a room
where it is
dark
~
I scuff slowly
touching
hoping to feel
something
~
a shade opens
its light
outside
and the floor
I see
inside
seems
to be
~
all
tied up
Day 1332, left hanging.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s hanging here
worn out
what is
left over
of
it
Day 1324, forest.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I turned
and a dark forest
arose
from where I was
before
~
lost
~
though
soon
the familiar
sound
that brings
you down
brings you back
to the light
like a stream
to the sea
Day 1290, lost.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are many
man made things
that have lost
their purpose
and often also
their story
Day 1115, stained heart.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Small fragments get lost
from a stained heart
finding new places
forced by the movement
overtime
Nochrisis
Day 1110, concrete.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Walking through
a concrete world
where the sun never sets
and the shadow always follows
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 