Day 1644, hindsight. Day's pictures, Poetry Some people see a new future ahead ~ with an obvious dead end in sight ~ as if your future is no more than your past in hindsight
Day 1643, a lot. Day's pictures, Poetry It just comes all towards me when I think of it ~ when I open my eyes and see it all in front of me ~ I just need to focus on a cubic inch of matter at a time ~ and then at the end it lays all clear in parts in front of me
Day 1642, leave it open. Day's pictures, Poetry A closed book may have taught you a thing or two ~ but it will not do that again
Day 1641, wondering. Day's pictures, Poetry We can leave our conscience ~ when we are naked and all alone ~ wondering in our minds inner prairie ~ in search for a place to shelter and re mi nisce our path
Day 1638, clown. Day's pictures, Poetry They say some clowns clown because they touch sadness with one hand ~ while you only feel it ~ but some clowns clown without knowing that there is sadness
Day 1637, art of the struggle. Books, Poetry O dear leader let us all look at you in one direction ~ give us play while we despair in despise ~ and make us shout THE WORLD IS NOT BURNING IT’S JUST ON FIRE
Day 1636, painful. Day's pictures, Poetry I don’t know why I have to carry this extra weight ~ my belt is useless now except for smacking you in the face mirror man
Day 1635, bite. Day's pictures, Poetry I have a collection of tiny teeth that all have at one day chewed on me ~ I picked them up when I look down ~ I see no marks but I think they are on my back because there it is where it hurts
Day 1634, tiny. Day's pictures, Poetry It crawled into me between my grey and my hat ~ a tiny thought that I quickly flicked away
Day 1633, junkyard. Day's pictures, Poetry Even my name tagged on to me is wearing of ~ maybe it’s better that way
Day 1632, your face. Day's pictures, Poetry It looks like I see your face again in everything ~ maybe you disappear when I open the door for a while ~ so you know you can come in
Day 1631, turn. Day's pictures, Poetry I see in front of me a wall and a ledge but I can’t reach it ~ I guess you can see a better future from up there ~ I wonder why I still stare at this grey wall
Day 1630, judge me. Day's pictures, Poetry Almost all of you are judging me ~ and I wonder why you don’t
Day 1629, HtwoO. Day's pictures, Poetry On our way towards our need ~ we get distracted by all the lushness we see ~ and only later do we drink from the well in the valley where we linger the water that we need