#159 (dark dew drops)

 sweet scent of freshly fallen summer rain

a rivulet streaming down my forehead

washing away today’s dust and sweat

I close my eyes, feel my lids get wet

 night is falling on my face like

dark dew drops


25th June 2017






#149 (drowning my fears)


photo credt: Matthias Geh

the paths between light and dark

glowing in shades of blue and yellow

I drowned my fears in deep sleep

stuck them to a fairytale

I made up from some restless bits

meeting some monsters on the way

sometimes all it takes is

a frame to collect my scattered thoughts

to herd them back into

this fleeting focal point

I trapped them in a blinking box,

tricking myself into

the illusion of control


18th June 2017