A landscape
empty but full of opportunities
I set a small rock right in the center of the frame
Years pass…
No image comes to mind
then finally as if possessed – I reach out to the tiny rocky fellow
Obliteration
watching it splatter into pieces…spreading over the picture
One little piece, as unnoticeable as the others exists
On the edge

A landscape
empty but full of opportunities
Why is it hesitating to be noticed?
already coexisting with the frame…still never crossing it
angrily I kick it as far as I can…away from everyone else





Away from the now shattered micro world – I had created
Sadness, alone on its own (the piece needs to face those opportunities by itself)
somewhat selfish, NO a rather lonely piece longs for the piece he once fitted in
the puzzle,
the picture.
The frame like borders, like fence
the sun reflects on him alone
Deal individuality
No more group in sight
It’s time, the sun is setting
The cold sets in
an overwhelming wave of courage
Was carried within [the silence]
of the night
Strength within
A landscape
empty but full of opportunities