This house was empty empty for a long time the outside leaked through the cracks the doors never used stuck only the dark attic gave me alone to be with myself
Day 2491, this house.
Daily picture, Poetryold
Day 1513, scattered.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When you helped me
get things together
~
I lost some
of my old
protection
~
I see it
still
scattered around
me
Day 1426, pain-ting
Day's pictures, Poetry
Some
colourful ideas
seem great
~
but don’t forget
underneath
you are still bare
Day 1420, opening up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The old door
is corroded
over the years
~
it’s not
maintained
but
what inside
is still vivid
Day 1391, corrosion.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We maintain
for the longest
time
~
that
what we
love
~
why
don’t we love
till the end
of
our time
Day 1345, next door.
Day's pictures, Poetry
They grew up
in other
parts
and found
each other
~
build
from the same
in difference
forms
~
they can only
stare
at others
warped
reflections
Day 1133, let you in.
Day's pictures, Poetry
To let you in
my door
hinges on
an old structure
forgotten
old paint
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Day 1102, forgotten.
Day's pictures, Poetry
An old house
abandoned
the bench in front
its view
forgotten
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Day 1098, reflections.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From afar
you look bright, in red
I come closer
to greet
I can’t see
inside
from up here
through reflections
I see
your former
when we do
meet
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Day 982, our graveyard.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Lost writings, their meaning
on an old machine,
a lost pride.
The last paint, final
it’s value, what’s left
at the end
it is character, that exists
written in awareness,
our graveyard.
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Day 829,windows.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Countless times people inhaled in this room.
In silence and eyes closed you can imagine,
the thoughts that they have when sitting down,
staring outside through the windows in this house.
This is a picture of Paul and Johanna Woxeng, the people that lived here till the 1950s. This picture is taken around 1920.
This is a picture of the same window taken today
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