Day 1602, grass.

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the colors are drained

from the world you see

into the abyss

you feel




a grey field of grass

still feels


when you think of it

Day 1601, dragged.

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I don’t want

to give you cover

no longer

against the rain


but I am still


dragged down

by the forces

that kept me

with you

Day 1597, urge.

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The windows

I look through

al look

at the same


in the one window

I can see it all

a bit more

from the right


in the other

from the left


and from the window

in the middle

it all comes straight

towards me

and then I feel

an urge

Day 1596, dangerous.

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They drilled it

in to me

to brace me

for the coming



I am now


to mother earth



I will never move again

and will stand here

as so many others

to carry

the current


Day 1592, behind it.

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hanging on a wall


hiding behind its nakedness

its multitude

are clouds

moved by a current

that sometimes reveals

a ray of light


a fleeting inspiration

at times

bottled for a lifetime

Day 1591, happy.

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In the fourth doorway

is saw you standing


I don’t know why

I kept opening


but also

stayed behind


from this distance

I can’t see

the age

in your eyes


and you know

that makes me happy

Day 1590, I wonder.

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I live above

and below you


I hear footsteps

and your music


I hear your door

and a toilet


I see someone

in the lift


and I wonder

if you wonder

Day 1589, surface.

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He saw this shiny new surface

to land on and rest for a while


not wondering why he alone

eagerly set his foot willingly down


and there in his mind he got stuck in the new

that never lets go but the shine of its surface

Day 1588, the end.

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The final burdens



over old memories


forgotten fears

in the middle

of the night


the end of an era


at the beginning

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