Distancing in far,

among others dimly

As one of

the crowd we are misting

away as one of many

She sits on the side of the road

and tries

to capture a presentiment that

heralds

certain pity. I tap her on the

shoulder. Take a deep

breath and whisper in her ear

‘We are like clouds among clouds’

In the sky. We are floating in calm motion. We are

conducted to different variations of landscapes and

horizons.

The emptiness in her eyes varies from

escapism to

the depth of an earthy down-fall.

Running towards a new lifetime

She is tunneling her eyes

away in different direction

It’s not your fault

you have to make figures

of life to have history

made when you flap

your wings

Small changes are made when

I move from one place to another

Old and new, the distance is so close

I am struck by a profound sense of

my own littleness as I move forward

I leave things behind giving us love

I am silent when I take a moment to

resurface and look at the past and

the present appreciates that time

birthed everything giving me the

strength to lift things or at least

Trying to receive and putting them

In a situation where I want them to be.

How you disappeared

as far as you spoke

so deep you touched me

the lower I descended the more you disappeared

so hope I forgot, as many times as I failed

so sharp I saw you

the further you shone

so you broke me

and never again and nobody and dead in the rain

located from ages ago

The undarkened rose

withers away and

adorns time with more grief

She descends at surroundings passing

And the deep end reaches these words

‘I gave what I wanted to give’

‘Look! That’s me on the stairs

I am saying that is me

but it is not.

It’s not what it seems

That’s not me

The person looks like me but

that is a coincidence. It is like looking into a mirror Such remarkable resemblance only

happened to me once or twice or maybe 3 times before.

Same shoes as me, same t-shirt and glasses. All of my clothes were on a discount so it is normal that more people are wearing same.

Just fooling around. I wasn’t serious.

Off course that’s me on the stairs’

Just these words.

I want to go back where I came from

Finished with the stamina

she is misting away

just pointing her finger in a direction

she tumbles up-side down

and closes in the fog

It’s just that I have been losing

My questions rose

like a butterfly

Just for a life

My direction

That will forever be escapemental.

that place will never die

Just another stage out of range

The other place in my dreams

80x100, oil on linen, 2022

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