Random
movements
seeing my thoughts
while I
look at the clouds
lying
on my back
we
drift away
close my eyes
Nochrisis
movement
Day 1127, finally.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In strange harbors
I rest my self
between the unknown
the noises
–
movements
–
finally
I wake
a new sunrise
reflecting
a way
Nochrisis
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 827, closed eyes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Eyes closed and the darkness spirals.
The black mass pulls down, up, it turns,
the movement lures my mood in.
I open my eyes and it lingers.
Day 801, star struck.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry