Even if the thin layer between breaks perfectly, the other will still seep, in.
Perfection is just part of the illusion.
I only look at one side of the world, through blinds almost closed; the light is too loud.
I see children playing, serious, like only they can do.
I see, where I get into you, your face
it is weathered but still shines.
Your posture, tells a different story,
what part of you is lying.
You can still see inside when you get close enough,
but you will not know if I am home.
Is your dreamcatcher hanging in the window
there to catch your dreams from leaving or entering,
or is it just a gift, a trinket you bought to decorate your life?
You even have a tiny lighthouse that doesn’t work
standing close to it. What are you telling me?
Through a window, we can look outside
or inside if the drapes are open and the lights are on.
One word landed wrong, at the right time
and I lashed, wildly in the direction of you.
Who says these colors are not real
maybe I, just see it all a little darker.
I see that I still have some food left
hopefully for later
All the lines flow in empty fields
like the mind that goes
to the next trail
swaying like on a rhythm
from your perspective
from a distance
in these undulating soils
where your next step goes from where you are
you can only see clear
just in front
of the horizon
when you rest
and look back
It is silent where I live
the hills and the trees absorb
all the noise you hear
I know what is going on out there
but also not
The white edge
of the hill
separates the sunset
from the morning
the snow in the shadow
for the edge
The scenery was white
like on a grey day
it was not cold
but there was still snow
on some of the trees
and the sun just left
but did not forget
to set the tone
for the past day
I looked at it
for a moment
Like a branch that finds its way
going where the sun is
in the evening
in de morning
only the sun
to your branch
I had this picture of ice on a lake and the bed underneath, and both are not in focus, but it leaves enough to my imagination. I wanted to write something clever about it, but I lost my appetite. I just read a news article about some right-wing nutcases in America with a picture of four guys fully dressed in army fatigues and weapons everywhere. I look at their faces, and I just don’t understand these people; they obviously take themselves really serious. Personally, I believe that you always have to be critical of the answers you give yourself and the ones others give you. Doubt is not easy, but a militiaman or anti-vaxxer will have never take their stance if they question themselves.
There are billions of opinions, and my only conclusion out of that is that they cannot all be true. Claiming that yours is true is not enough; even a majority can be wrong. God and his claims are also not enough; there are thousands of God’s and even more religions.
For the same reason that we all agree that one plus one is two, we should also search for other truths that fit in that same category. Think about all your opinions; could they be universal, or are they just particular to your situation?