I remember.
My hardened nerves turning.
When the door opened.
In anticipation.
Nochrisis
Nederlands
Day 991, in me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Disoriented.
Eyes towards a ceiling, that is not there
That face, gazing from above, at me
When the darkness goes inside,
sweltering doubts tear deep.
For what is her demand?
When she looks in me.
Nochrisis
Day 990, It reminded me
Day's pictures, Poetry
The entrance,
I like to leave behind.
The cold wind has blown here.
It reminded me.
Nochrisis
Day 989, to become sharp.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The glass wall blocks out, it is still here.
~
I see through you, but so do you.
~
Please pick me up and let me fall.
~
I want to break to become sharp.
Nochrisis
Day 988, impossible to scale.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A wall looms afar, dark and grey.
Rising higher, I approach,
to see the other… side, if there is one.
Now I am here, reaching out with an open hand.
To feel the surface, resistance, if it is…
cold, hard, impossible to scale.
Nochrisis
Day 986, I turned.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I lost, for a while now
the innocence, from just opened eyes
it fell down somewhere, maybe when I turned.
Nochrisis
Ik verloor, al een tijdje
de onschuld, van net geopende ogen
het viel ergens, misschien toen ik afsloeg.
Day 985, you want to.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Currents in life.
A changing constant.
When you move from one place,
adjacent to where you want to…
Nochrisis
Stromen in het leven.
Een veranderende constante.
Wanneer je van één plaats vertrekt,
grenzend aan waar je wilt …
Day 984, when you turn.
Day's pictures, Poetry
He approached in disguise.
Adjusting to the words that were,
letting your mood echo.
So, you don’t notice
the stab
when you turn.
Nochrisis