De river is still frozen I could cross it but she might wake though the silence calls on the other side the road I drive on is still not frozen
Day 2538, still.
Daily picture, Poetrypoem
Day 2537, green.
Day's pictures, Poetry
They say that the grass is always greener somewhere around the corner but how many corners are there to not end up where you are
Day 2536, I have.
Daily picture, Poetry
I have a window outside for when I want to look outside for when I feel inside
Day 2533, what?
Daily picture, Poetry
If I only could touch the warm water I see now I know how cold it is
Day 2532, though.
Daily picture, Poetry
Though you don’t throw a shadow over me you are still hanging suspiciously over me
Day 2531, sandpaper.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I sanded away my sorrows and now I have to rip the paper away the machine did its work the paper is filled with dust I am not much lighter but it feels smooth
Day 2530, current.
Daily picture, Poetry
Memories surrounded by hills
and mountains
fed by waterfalls that bring
cold water
to slowly renew the fjord
a part of the sea
its salt conserves
the current not there
it was always there
and will be
Day 2529, reflects.
Daily picture, Poetry
The moon reflects in what it pulls like I do with you
Day 2527, I saw.
Daily picture, Poetry
I saw only your shadow above me and it was hard to see if you flew away or straight down into the ground towards me
Day 2523, another.
Daily picture, Poetry
Last night somewhere somewhere in my dreams I stood on dry land a pier underwater I was waiting for the boat it seems without doors only when I turned around did I see the door open
Day 2522, only.
Daily picture, Poetry
I saw this house that is no longer a house it has a roof that is no longer a roof the windows are shut boarded up from inside the door still opens but only from outside
Day 2521, charm.
Daily picture, Quotes
Friedrich Nietzsche
Daybreak
BOOK IV
238 The striving for charm. – If a strong nature is not inclined to cruelty and is not always occupied with itself, it involuntarily strives after charm – this is its characteristic sign. Weak characters, on the other hand, love harsh judgments-they ally themselves with the heroes of misanthropy, with the religious or philosophical blackeners of existence, or withdraw behind stern customs and demanding ‘life-tasks’: thus they try to create for themselves a character and a kind of strength. And this they likewise do involuntarily.
Day 2520, really.
Daily picture, Poetry
Though pictures catch only a moment they can catch you who you really are or at least who you think you are
Day 2519,
Daily picture, Poetry
The bridge home over a fjord seen from the waterside it moves me even more after all these years to the other side
Day 2518, These words have nothing to do with the picture.
Daily picture, Poetry
Stupidity is man's downfall and its savior
Day 2517, strange.
Daily picture, Poetry
I found this house dreaming inside standing on a slope on the same hill where I grew up I walked towards curious to find an empty barn wondering what all of this meant I walked on searching for what I hoped was still my old house
Nochrisis 