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.

Day 1826, hiding.

I saw you standing

close to the crossing

but I was not looking

at you

~

its your likeness

I recognize

while I stare

at what’s hiding

me

~

I don’t move

away

hoping you

will

Day 1816, duck.

With some

you see from the outside

how the inside is holding

together

without looking

through their open

portholes

~

it’s the brick wall

that supports all that weight

and the cannons

they bear

Day 1788, windows.

I wander

in my head

~

searching for a view

through a window in the rooms

facing the side

where the sun goes down

~

as if beauty

or the hope of a next day

beholds an answer

Day 1786, bloom.

I landed with my face down

In a cold reality

of dead weeds and earth

~

when I looked up

just in front of me

I saw a gray flower

unopened

~

I wondered

when is the right time to bloom

Day 1783, exit?

I know

whats normally behind a door like that

a dead end when I go in

~

but I still go

searching for a way out

on the other side

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