Day 1652, a deep sea. Day's pictures, Poetry I worked hard on this vessel ~ it is still floating adrift with the current ~ towards the sunset away from its rise ~ a deeper sea is what I feel
Day 1651, my shore. Day's pictures, Poetry I have many memories that I stranded on the islands before my coast ~ and when the moon and the winds play together their game ~ I remember what washes on my shore
Day 1650, driving. Day's pictures, Poetry The clouds and mountains move slowly ~ and the water reflects my mind ~ before the next turn I stop to take a picture and save this moment for you
Day 1649, a 1000 choices. Day's pictures, Poetry Breaking point or not ~ that is the question Continue reading →
Day 1647, disbelieve. Day's pictures, Poetry By now you can say we stare at it ~ in disbelieve ~ one of those stares where you forget what it is to see
Day 1646, uproar. Day's pictures, Poetry With all that swelling internal noise I get the impression that something is gonna change soon ~ says the day dreamer ~ for the people that dream at night ~ the noise is there always by day
Day 1645, green grass. Day's pictures, Poetry You know how you can tell that we as humans have no clue what this world is all about ~ we often follow like sheep 3 or 4 shepherds that know how to walk upright and command ~ it probably takes an other 10000 years before we all can think and graze for ourselves
Day 1644, hindsight. Day's pictures, Poetry Some people see a new future ahead ~ with an obvious dead end in sight ~ as if your future is no more than your past in hindsight
Day 1642, leave it open. Day's pictures, Poetry A closed book may have taught you a thing or two ~ but it will not do that again
Day 1634, tiny. Day's pictures, Poetry It crawled into me between my grey and my hat ~ a tiny thought that I quickly flicked away
Day 1629, HtwoO. Day's pictures, Poetry On our way towards our need ~ we get distracted by all the lushness we see ~ and only later do we drink from the well in the valley where we linger the water that we need
Day 1627, roads. Day's pictures, Poetry Moving to a new place ~ the hills are different here the roads familiar ~ the sun sets now behind that tree but also at the same place
Day 1625, wasted time. Day's pictures, Poetry I woke up in a time that stood still ~ floating suspended by wires ~ somewhere in mid-air ~ I woke up in the afternoon it was time to go home
Day 1623, falling down. Day's pictures, Poetry Our color stuck out and they hung us for that ~ that scar extends till our time around our necks ~ till we all imagine the pull and the pain of a broken
Day 1622, at last. Day's pictures, Poetry The patterns I see are forming letters ~ the words are there but I need more distance ~ for the sentence I need to turn away ~ and to understand I have to wait till I close my eyes