Day 2002, an ending.

I turned it black and white

these colorful nuances

stand in the way

~

now I can see where his death comes from

from the now barren ground where he stood

~

he still stares at me

like he did when he left

~

I hope the winter fells what is left

and feeds the barren ground

~

you know

you were not alone

and still beautiful

~

goodbye

Day 1990, conform.

We all say

I am wiser than before

I conform to what I learned

even if it was wrong

I embrace it as a part of me

because I love myself

and my thoughts

~

I guess love is the main problem

in the world we live in

Day 1986, questions.

Just before

she lets it all go

she looked to reach

~

I don’t know if it was for the wind

to take her along

~

or in search for the edge

to fall off

~

or maybe climb on

Day 1985, still life.

The sunset reflected on the wall  

something prevented me

from looking to the end of the day

~

It was this seed

waiting fully grown

maybe for me

Day 1981, awareness.

I see this grey man, looking at me in the morning, when I look up and my eyes open from a deep sleep. I’ve seen this a thousand times through a thousand facets and an awareness, like you have, driving too nowhere. Maybe I take that drive today and let the hair I once had, hang free, in the wind.

Day 1978, touch.

I like to touch your face

like you touch a rose

~

but something scares me

to get closer

~

it’s what holds you up

and cut’s me 

Day 1976, camouflage.

My camouflage

works only at home

where you don’t see me

~

outside

I don’t feel at home

and see myself

everywhere

in you

~

my camouflage

works only at home

when I’m with you

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