Day 1244, the past.

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The grain of wood

slowly build

up in time

holds the light

out

closes in

the past

Nochrisis

I think when I was around the age of sixteen I was the most authentic. Uninhibited by to much past to cloud the day and future. Slowly we start putting up roadblocks and collect bricks to make walls, so we can corner ourselves in.

Me, the person that sits in the corner of his own made brick wall is the authentic me, if the authentic me is the sum of all my experiences up till now. But why are all of my best memories, the music, cars, vacations and kisses from the time I was around sixteen? When the summers lasted forever.

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Day 1217, cheap.

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Some look up

at you

the ground

each other

~

they stay

in groups

are scared

of others

~

there only gift

is warmth

if lost

there mantle

Nochrisis

Day 1214, bleached.

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Washed ashore

bleached

by the sun

a

manic

depressive mind

to

closely

connected

by its roots

with the soil

the noise

of life

Nochrisis

 

 

 

 

Day 1201, pollen.

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While walking

back

my fingers

graze in fields

filed

with bright white flowers

grown

in memory

pollinating

each next step

Nochrisis

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