When I cross a street
I will stand in the middle
at one point
often
staring for a second
one way or the other
to the crossroads
and hidden alleys
just to feel the curiosity
on my way to work
Day 3502, to work.
Daily picture, Poetrypoem
Day 3501, just wait.
Daily picture, Poetry
I remember the light
warm, sitting behind glass
coffee
waiting, for nothing
reliving moments
in passing by
no need to go in
its gone
just wait
Day 3499, 15 selfies.
Daily pictureIt looks like I looked at myself once every nine months for the last 3500 days. I guess that’s still too much.
Day 3497, What else was their to see.
Daily picture, PoetryPictures don’t make the world more beautiful or interesting, but…they can lift up a scene from its surroundings.
Day 3494, a day in windows.
Daily pictureA collection of windows that may or may not open, but it’s unlikely I’ll be the one to open them as I simply walk by. However, if I turn around, here outside, it’s easy to imagine what one might see when looking through them from the inside. All of these were made in roughly the past 12 months, mostly in Fredrikstad.
Day 3492, one of.
Daily picture, Poetry
I rearranged my fridge's shelves today
one of the best days of the year
Day 3491, to keep.
Daily picture, Poetry
You break parts of me
but I isolated
not for what you say
but to keep the warmth in
Day 3490, for what is.
Daily picture, Poetry
We all fall
down on the mirror we see
but not coming closer
and when we hit
we will slowly slide
down
so you get used
to see in the darkness
for what is darkness
if you can't see it
Day 3489, they are.
Daily picture, Poetry
Your words are left in the shadows
now they are gone
as long as there is light
I'll remember them
Day 3488, for me.
Daily picture, Poetry
Even if I see everything around
me
there is still a black border
in a square box
hiding
you for me
Day 3485, even if.
Daily picture, Poetry
It should not matter
what you want to keep
private
even if all
can see it
Day 3484, something.
Daily picture, Poetry
The painting was on the wall
when I saw it walking on the beach without a sea
I don't know what it means
but thinking about it
means something
Day 3483, I hope.
Daily picture, Poetry
The wall with windows slowly heals over
unknown to me when I can walk
to the other side
I hope
it will be enough to see the other side
one day
through a window
Day 3482, bleed.
Daily picture, Poetry
Walls don't bleed
like the hidden
behind
their faces get old
who only see stairs
that go nowhere
Day 3478, question.
Daily picture, Poetry
Am I the grey background
or the faded
colourful flower
in my life
who is asking this
is also a question
Day 3477, imagined.
Daily picture, Poetry
My structure is lighter
when I am negative
I still cannot lift more
but some imagined weight
is gone
Nochrisis 