What do I do, when I don't do, what I should do? I could say I hibernate, I almost do. Lingering time with thousands of thoughts in a never-ending story. Better to run, to hide, to be on my own, when things go wild, inside. I think I do.
There was a time, when I took a lot of photos, then edited them, into either this or that. Now, when I see them, I begin to wonder: Where did that time go? How did I come to this? There was also a time, when I wrote poems I don't seem to do that either, [...]
You are coming closer to the city faster than you thought you would. Like the wind has borne you forward and the dry grass has smoothened your feet. Your loyal Mackie tramples behind you, neighing gently as for saying, 'easy Theyou, take it with ease'! And you go easy, step by step, closer and closer [...]
Of course I've written poetry from time to time like all of us who live with words in our heads and a pen in the hand though nowadays perhaps an iPhone is the tool or another electronic device which is handy and simple to move but I never bother about hexameter and such and never [...]
When the sun is beaming and the trees ain't dancing in the wind I can't stop myself from leaving home and walk in the woods