Day 1665, sideways.
Day 1628, rise.
Sometimes you look
early in the morning
and the sun
tells you a truth
~
and it looks beautiful
Day 1419, behind.
The truth
lies
behind the things
you can’t
see
Day 1400, overview.
I don’t think
there is anyone
that knows
what you see
~
but it is
in our nature
to imagine
Day 1384, peck-oh.
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 1374, behind me.
In the reflection
of an art piece
I can look
at life
passing by
behind me
Day 1356, fantasy.
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 1335, a … world.
In an upside
up world
~
the wind also blows
from the left
at some point
Day 1320, animals.
An animals stare
leaves no words
behind
but makes us
wonder
why
Day 1313, look behind.
If you look
behind
what suppose to be
art
you will only
see
a thin line
of truth
and darkness
Day 1237, filter.
My two way filter
is partially broken
on both sides
~
I can only fix
one side…
Day 1044, telling it.
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
