I know
what I see
when I look
at the parts
~
Day 1392, stare.
Sometimes
I see double
and upside
down
~
I say it
twice
to me
and you
~
draped in
deception
a comfortable
cloak
~
these
are the stares
I
sometimes
go
Day 1391, corrosion.
We maintain
for the longest
time
~
that
what we
love
~
why
don’t we love
till the end
of
our time
Day 1388, I open.
It feels
like a room
where it is
dark
~
I scuff slowly
touching
hoping to feel
something
~
a shade opens
its light
outside
and the floor
I see
inside
seems
to be
~
all
tied up
Day 1386, my window.
Fast
comes down
the snow
~
till
it stops
when it meets
my window
~
the wind
still moves it
left and right
~
but it is now
on its way
down
slowly
Day 1385, storms.
The roof I live under
is thin
when it storms
I feel it
~
by chance
the structure
that supports
is strong
and holds
Day 1383, texture.
There is texture
darkness
bright light
hidden in the shadows
Day 1381, in line.
We all
stand together
bound
by an outside
force
~
only
the people
looking out
have a chance
to bent
Day 1380, locked.
A leather chest
locked
when it
was put down
~
no key
~
a crowbar
is needed
Day 1378, a lot of air.
In some places
situations
you can feel
that the ground
you stand on
is not
all there
~
if you look
you can feel
a light
head
Day 1372, dear.
Self…i…e
destruction
Day 1371, autumn in winter.
A leave
scattered aimless
in front of me
in the autumn of
my mood
~
it landed
between my
other
goodbye’s
Day 1367, delusion.
It looks like
this
is bearing my soul
the road
out of here
~
but I only
see the road
Day 1366, past it.
Modern churches
are no longer made
to last
~
its not
because the end
is near
but because
we already
past it
Day 1364, flair.
When the light
finally hits
me
I shy slightly
away
but the light
still
casts
a beautiful
flair
Day 1357, paint.
