Day 2196, timer.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I see the timer rests on zero

I forgot

do i still have to set it

or did it just go of

Day 2194, key.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Did I leave the key in the ignition as a reminder

or did I just forget to start

Day 2193, perpetual emotion.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I grab you

and let you go

I grab you

and let you go

I grab you

and let you go

I grab you

and keep on going

forever

but don’t know

can you

stop me

Day 2192, onlooker.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I wish a was a fly on the wall

so I can fly away

but instead

I am the wall

Day 2191, my hand.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I am happy that my hands do the dirty work

so my mind can stay clean

Day 2190, trapped.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Today I restored the window I started with yesterday as much as possible. The damage was mostly superficial, and I removed that what was rotten and replaced it with that what is new.

Like in real life the damage was worse where the window was most exposed to the environment and it’s lingering influence. Like a bad look or underhand remark water seeps down and crawls into narrow crevices where it slowly eats itself further inside.

This time we were lucky, the window was made of good quality wood and though it lived it’s whole life on the weather side it did well. I have to say that it didn’t help that later in life someone used modern sealant to prevent more water from coming in but this also prevented the already trapped water from ever moving out again.