Introspection

Cold cobblestone streets lined with Autumn leaves

Cars chasing time, while my shadow follows me

To the depths of my thoughts, through the roads of my soul

Wandering into the dark, even further away from home.

Unreachable

That day the steel grey sky formed a partnership with the brown brick buildings in the street. The wet grass fit into the palette very well, where it seemed like Autumn had took all joyous colours and locked them away safely.

My horizon was blocked by brown and from above the luminated grey confined my senses, so I turned my gaze down. And I saw you.

Struggling to keep your folders with, I supposed drawings, dry, you ran towards your bike and lept, despite your hurry, gracefully on the saddle.

Then the wind took you even further away. Even more than my window already had done.

Closure

Forgetful are my fingertips
As they lay softly on your lips
Denying our sins

Shameful are my eyes
Closed, hiding our lies
Afraid to see inside

Forward goes every motion
Though back in time held by emotions

Does the present hold closure?

Sea

Eternity trapped in small fragments
The tides are mirrors of times