
problems
Day 1288, holes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My road
to the world
and home
is poorly paved
~
I filled some holes
but they are hard to avoid
and soon
show their true depth
again
~
now
I descend in them
slowly
to spare my nerves
Day 1281, expands.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I am carried
by a thousand
extremities
through an endless
expanse
to nowhere
Day 1160, luxury.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The luxury of pain
In my world
with
so little
problems
Nochrisis