Day 1918, still live.
Day 1902, what!
Do we branch out from one root
in the world of idea’s
or does it all lead to one root
Day 1901, curious.
I’ve already played my part
in last year’s summer dance
~
I gave my seeds
to the passing wind
and showed the beauty
that once was
~
I let all of that go
when this dance was over
though I’m still here
curious
Day 1897, shadow of me.
I look from the inside
through a veil
outside
~
the window is clear
but still
shows me
~
I see myself standing there
underneath the dark clouds
looking inside
~
I forgot
if I ever moved again
Day 1892, pretend.
I see the lock
hanging on the door
and the whole world sees me
staring at it
~
I don’t know if
they want me
or not
to open it
~
I can pretend
to search for the key
Day 1883, interior.
I have a bright exterior
something that worries me
Day 1868, windows.
Sometimes in life
you look trough a small window
and the world appears
easier to digest
~
other times you open your eyes
and stand in front
of a large window
and the world appears
Day 1866, searching.
For this
I have to go up
while ignoring
~
the monolithic structure
I have to scale
~
so when I am there
I can search
while opening doors
for clues
to my past
Day 1858, leave it
You have to leave
some things behind
~
if you go to fast
for your loved one
Day 1853, starring at myself.
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.
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 1839, handle it.
Can you give me a hand
when you look down
Day 1838, i freeze.
When I fall
I sometimes freeze
not knowing that hardness
easily shatters
Day 1834, turn away.
What do you see
when you look in the mirror
~
does it change
when the reflection is gone
Day 1832, down stream.
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 1831, B&W.
