
The top floor of the house I live
is almost empty
besides some old memories in boxes
The top floor of the house I live
is almost empty
besides some old memories in boxes
Please don’t come to my door
please do not press the door bell
please don’t come in when I open the door
please leave as soon as possible
please stay only for one night
please do not move in your things
please don’t say yes
please
~
don’t you see I have no life
A view into the distance
I imagine the calm water that I see
like that forever
~
I slow down some more
still
I cannot not stop on this road
I hope
after the next bend
or crossroad
I will find some time
to remember
what past me by
just now
I like to stare at my pencil
imagining what I could paint
Sometimes I know what I see
and you don’t
Do you realize
we are the only animals
with an inside
from where we look curious
to an outside
I looked up today
before I took the steps
not to pray
or to see the light
but because it was a beautiful sight
I wonder if the sky reflects in the windows
like your mood in me
~
or is it just because
i look up at you
Standing still
inside
on stairs that only go down
to a door
that you know well
from the other side
~
why do we stand still
for what we know
We are all going
our own
parallel ways
I feel safe with you
though I can’t see as far
as when alone
besides you
You can blow a lot of air
or take it all in
~
either way
this way
make sure you never choke
on the never settling dust
In reality
nature is not as beautiful
as we picture it
I am often curious in the mist
in the things I barely see
when the weather is clear
Eventually we will meet
I didn’t see what I saw
til I froze my perspective
~
I now see it
floating mit air
that I have no ground
to stand on
~
the ground is maybe there
I guess
but not as our reality
it seems