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 1882, cocoon. Daily picture, Poetry We travel together in a small cocoon ~ building up pressure but also close ~ sharing the same going forwards ~ and still nor seeing each other’s own side
Day 1861, sculpted. Daily picture, Poetry If I see you standing like a statue ~ not finishing where you moved ~ an expression without words ~ I realize that I am the one that sculpted you
Day 1673, her. Day's pictures, Poetry She was standing there forever still in silence ~ I could see her posture knew where to go ~ up the stairs to get her…
Day 1658, standing still. Day's pictures, Poetry I open the drawer with one hand holding a picture in the other of you standing in a doorway ~ I can not see if you are leaving or coming in ~ I only remember that we were there
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 1615, clear cut. Day's pictures, Poetry All the fibers tore seamless in my body at the same time ~ when you told me ~ it was best this way ~ a clear cut and I was
Day 1614, in. Day's pictures, Poetry When I look in the mirror through your eyes ~ I see the tension between
Day 1611, looking. Day's pictures, Poetry When I sit and look like an eagle ~ watching what you do hiding like a shadow behind you ~ I search for my insecurity in you
Day 1601, dragged. Day's pictures, Poetry I don’t want to give you cover no longer against the rain ~ but I am still leaving dragged down by the forces that kept me with you
Day 1591, happy. Day's pictures, Poetry In the fourth doorway is saw you standing ~ I don’t know why I kept opening ~ but also stayed behind ~ from this distance I can’t see the age in your eyes ~ and you know that makes me happy
Day 1542, leave. Day's pictures, Poetry A leave with darkness and deep feigns ~ feeding itself from where it all starts ~ the dark soil where the past gets consumed
Day 1525, to the other. Day's pictures, Poetry The road we walk to the other is ~ suspended by dreams searching upwards to attach a reality ~ it feels real the end is just not in sight
Day 1457, luster. Day's pictures, Poetry A white painted door with faded luster ~ once alluring in its unseemly frame ~ where the two never belonged
Day 1358, as if. Day's pictures, Poetry I look up after I closed the door and in a reflection I see the sun showing off as if nothing happened
Day 1323, a thin layer. Day's pictures, Poetry Dry air rain sunshine time attachment weakens relation lost colours fall down drying out