Day 1665, sideways.

Like our nose

we don’t see the truth

when we approach it

to close

~

we can still see

a part of it

when we close

the right eye

~

when stepping back

is not an option

Day 1384, peck-oh.

Day 1384.jpg

Orange pekoe

two words

before

not in my world

poured

as a black void

~

what else

has no meaning

for me

~

am I now richer

or

pourer

Day 1356, fantasy.

Day 1356.jpg

I look outside

my window

and see the same

view

as I did

in my fantasy

when I

was young

~

I sometimes wonder

if

I

am

still

a fantasy

Day 1044, telling it.

Day 1044-1.jpg

Slowly it rises

under the surface

pulled upwards

your truth

construct

it’s will

breaks the surface

a tear

pressure

your fear

silenced for one breath

you deliver

Nochrisis

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