I fell out of a nightmare
fell asleep
and dreamt
of autumn
and trees

The strange thing is
that when I turn my thought
it makes sense

I’m so often hanging
with my back towards
where I have to go

waiting to get lifted
in place

of where I love to hang

I went to the store last week
to buy my yearly
personal upgrades
but it was closed
and looking at it
it seems for a long time

Is my bandage protecting me
my wounds
or the outside world
from the reality
of my injuries

In half a shadow
I sometimes wander
upon a door
unmarked
inviting

It is strange

when I look to the sky
I first see bright colors

but for some reason

I
end up with a grey
mood

It is interesting how we all look
seemingly
in the same direction

The scaffolding you build
around your new thoughts
are made of standardized elements
and are guided
by strict
local
regulations

not so different
as the thought that stands by itself
at the end

Even a work not done
is satisfying

It still has a future

Symmetry is not
something you need in life
but it is pleasing
for some

the ones who look
for purpose

The seats are waiting
in no particular order
for no particular people

it is silent now
it will be later
but in between
we will not know

we might never know
if something real
is in between

I like patterns
and I am used to one
but is it the right one
is there a right one
is one my pattern