Day 2549, you go on.

Casually you walk into the choices you make
not caring what you might have the carry

you know what you want
it's just a hand full of things
and no temptations 

you go on

Day 2548, for a while.

Day's pictures, Poetry

For a while you let me air 
not always 
but when I wanted 

and I don’t know if it was the wall that collapsed 
or you that fell down 

but either way 
the opening you left 
seems to work too

Day 2547, choices.

Daily picture, Poetry

It's just a turn of a switch
like making a decision 

but the other choices
taunt me 
like if they were even possible 
after I was sure
and made up a mind

Day 2546, asleep.

Daily picture, Poetry

I woke my dream
and fell asleep

Day 2545, study.

Daily picture, Poetry

It is a luxury 
when you can study your landing

Day 2523, another.

Daily picture, Poetry

Last night somewhere
somewhere in my dreams
I stood on dry land 
a pier underwater I was
waiting for the boat
it seems 
without doors

only when I turned around
did I see
the door
open

Day 2508, adventure.

Daily picture, Poetry

At night in my dream
I glow underwater
feeling the world
an adventure 

but all along
the morning holds me tight
waking me up
in a sudden 
pull

I only remember
the goodbye

Day 2120, another view from my window.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The dark air stayed behind

when I closed the door

of the kitchen that already smelled

like the meal I will make

~

I opened the door

to the living room where the sun

still lit

a warmth that slowly left

cold glass

the earth turns

~

I stared at it

the colors that are left

without feeling

the motion

~

the smell from the kitchen

lured me away

I can soon sit down

and rest

inside

Day 2118, slowly.

Day's pictures, Poetry

When I stand in the forest

dark

staring at the sky

the tops of the trees sharp

outlined

against the blue

of the leftover day

~

I see the moon

slowly

moving

reassuring me

for another tomorrow

Day 1932, getting closer.

Daily picture, Poetry

The tree is beautiful

majestic in its complexity

~

to understand

you move

closer

even closer

~

to be amazed

but not wiser

Day 1853, starring at myself.

Daily picture, Poetry

Disorientated I stare at the faces I see every day

like the years I spend there before

where just a dream

I woke up from

just now

~

it only lasted a few seconds

but I still remember this

all these years later

Day 1852, going nowhere.

Daily picture, Poetry

We wait a lot in life

waiting for a signal to go

~

standing still

with only our mind that tells us

this is the way you go

where you are now

~

where you stand still

Day 1851, the right way.

Daily picture, Poetry

If there where no markings on the street

or signs showing the way

~

would we still arrive

at the intended destination

Day 1832, down stream.

Daily picture, Poetry

Full of energy I streamed down to a sea, driven by a need to go.

Halfway my journey, a cold eastern wind sung and gripped me, it took away the light and open sky, a barrier was composed, and a part of me conducted and stayed behind.

That part of me is for always lost, and will collapse the further I move away.

Some of it will follow me, eventually, but I will never know, when I will meet it again.

Day 1824, Daybreak VIII.

Daily picture

Morgenröthe aka Daybreak

Book III

186. BUSINESS MEN. —Your business is your greatest prejudice, it binds you to your locality, your society and your tastes. Diligent in business but lazy in thought, satisfied with your paltriness and with the cloak of duty concealing this contentment: thus you live, and thus you like your children to be.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Day 1823, Daybreak VII.

Daily picture

Morgenröthe aka Daybreak

Book III

182. ROUGH AND READY CONSISTENCY.—People say of a man with great respect, ” He is a character “—that is, when he exhibits a rough and ready consistency, when it is evident even to the dullest eye. But, whenever a more subtle and profound intellect sets itself up and shows consistency in a higher manner, the spectators deny the existence of any character. That is why cunning statesmen usually act their comedy under the cloak of a kind of rough and ready consistency.

Friedrich Nietzsche