live inside

it is an ugly day
only if you see it that way..

i live mostly in my thoughts
names..
i forget easily
even stories
so I have to try
to remember
i have to try
to live inside the second
not after it
and not before it

to live
and see
through
the innocent eye

i have thoughts
hiding behind my hair
i can’t cut my hair
i can’t cut my hair

no narrative

there is no narrative
just about a walk
and what comes to mind
during this walk
the feel of the day
and the colors
and the ways things were
and the way things can be..