The bridges end is near
the other side seems to be behind
*
I stop and look down
reflection is what I find
*
time streams
but looks frozen
*
far in the reflection
I see myself
*
as I was
without depth.
Nochrisis
Day 1032, for you.
Seen from above
from far in time
patterns emerge,
or maybe it is
that details join
to perform for you
Nochrisis
Day 1031, the unknown.
A roadblock forms
unseen
around the corner
still habit wavers
before the turn
for sudden change
the unknown
Nochrisis
Day 1029, tweet.
You wonder
why some see it as straight
what you see as crooked
is there no answer
or more than one
I guess at least I do reflect
while some just roar shout out, and tweet
Nochrisis
Day 1028, why I am here.
A mountaintop
the clouds disappeared
looking down
grey rocks merge with green
the valley seems to be
void of life
maybe that’s
why I am here
Day 1027, remorse.
Symmetry of thoughts
when a lie evolves
a past dissolves
what is left disperse
dried up remorse
Nochrisis
Symmetrie van gedachten
wanneer een leugen evolueert
een verleden op lost
wat overblijft, verspreidt
verdroogde wroeging
Day 1026, chains.
Repeating lines emerge
from a past to a wished-for future
not intersected
by realities chains
Nochrisis
Day 1025, reason.
A beautiful crafted
why
we never see inside
your illusion
reason
Nochrisis
Continue reading “Day 1025, reason.”
Day 1023, ignorance.
Looking, staring at one
the others blur, dissolve
periphery ignorance
Nochrisis
Day 1022, abandoned.
The night, when I am gone
a visual engulfs from amygdala
an ancient fear felt abandoned
Nochrisis
Day 1021, on my carpet.
A comfortable sitting down
legs crossed, the mind wondering
a slight draft, a window is open
the eyes close, light still seeps trough
it slowly darkens, and I get lighter
the floor falls away, pressures dissolve
I fly away, sitting on my carpet
Nochrisis
Day 1020, dividing space.
Thoughts originate
spread out equally
from a middle
neutral origin
where they go
hitting the light
shattering apart
dividing space
Nochrisis
Day 1019, spring.
Cut off, fallen decaying leaf
colors fading into the grey
rain, midwinter receding
spring
Nochrisis
Day 1017, barren soil.
Fallen in to barren soil, all that your fingers ever touched.
The world is not there for you, you are nothing.
Not worth the time to prepare for, a meal.
Our morals? Our duty? We all come from barren soil.
Nochrisis
Day 1014, where I water them.
I sow my seeds in barren ground
savor sparsely a harvested flower
and they still stand in memories vase
where I water them
Nochrisis
Day 1013, when it turns of.
The longest night just past
the bright outside light takes
the light away from shadows
when it turns off
Nochrisis
