It’s a shame that we all see it so differently,
or is it?
Is this proof that there is no truth, no god?
That is what I think, but you probably not.
Day 3070, who knows.
Daily picture, My thoughtsthoughts
Day 2844, abundance.
Daily picture, Poetry
It is easier to see one flaw
being there all
alone.
But how do you rank them
when in
abundance?
Day 2841, means nothing.
Daily picture, Poetry
These mountains are standing there
like they did 400 million years ago
change means nothing to them
Day 2479, imagine.
Daily picture
Imagine that we have always lived without clocks but only with one-hour windup timers
Day 2239, look.
Day's pictures
The tree’s looked good today.
Day 2109, from my window 7.
Day's pictures
Another year is almost over, and the funny thing is, you don’t have to do anything for it; it’s a straight line no matter what happened on the sides of that road.
Day 1804, straight down.
Daily picture, Poetry
I am easy
with my leftover thoughts
~
they go
straight down the drain
~
some make compost out of it
they say it is good fertilizer
~
I think it leaves
a bad aftertaste
when you eat the new harvest
Day 1663, spilled.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From the clothespins
that are left
I can see
where you had your thought
hanging
to dry
~
I hope the blood stains
came out
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 1524, out of sight.
History, Poetry
Some of my lines
of thought
seem to hover
in my
mid air
~
but maybe
I am just
the middleman
Day 1481, crossing in tension.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are these
million of lines
criss crossing
in the empty space
where my thoughts
my mind
lies calmly
on this
tension
Day 1424, reflection
Day's pictures, Poetry
Looming
from the shadows
~
a reflection
behind bars
~
seeks day light
Day 1423, their own.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A lucent winter
reflects
on the morning
sun
~
the road ahead
empty
but I
don’t
slow down
~
my thoughts
go
their own
way
Day 1339, window.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Through a dirty
window
the sun
goes under
several
times
Day 1338, sea.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Standing still
on a beach
only breadth
is
reflecting
in
your mind
Nochrisis 