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 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 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 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.

I sometimes wish that I could see the world in black and white.

A neat dividing line through every gradation.

Just black and white.

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