Day 1394, separetly.
I know
what I see
when I look
at the parts
~
separately
~
but
together
Day 1290, lost.
There are many
man made things
that have lost
their purpose
and often also
their story
Day 1124, between the islands.
A road that ends
where the sea begins
no one is here anymore
they sailed to search
between the islands
the purpose of their life
Nochrisis
Day 1087, purpose.
For the last time the room closes its door
to forget what was and stay
and remember for you its purpose
Nochrisis
Day 1086, bright.
Randomly ordered objects
forgotten purposes
exposed in bright lost daylight
Nochrisis