streamers in the night

inky void, two lovers divided by the milky way

stream of life

here's how it flows

loop of sunrises

i could stand in one spot and watch sunrises speed past me for years

garden of the mind

growing in silent slumber

fish out of water

the cycle of life

embrace the morning

trees looking like waves playing on a sand-sky

alone in the rain

sudden shower of plum rains

river flows

time continues on and on

lucky cat

watching over a rusting palace

cold city on a hot summer day

the colours lie, the thoughts mingle

connecting two separates points

some say we can all be bridges

you stood there

and wished the hill was a cage, to hold eternity

disconnect looming

discombobulated mornings

sitting under the shade of a tree

considering ants and their movements through time and space

hello old friend

not today, it's rainy today. this is gonna be the summer that bottle man is consumed

by the dawns early light

wings of sleep forsaken

artificial curvature

nondescript river on the edge of reason

blood red stars on a field of green

near akebono park with R and K

burning bright in the night

maker of words, mover of worlds

soft sliding sun

night fades to day like the friend that was always there until you realized they were gone

fractured prism

one of those days

light up the night

shibuya is a neon wonderland

everyone and the future

in the past, in the skyline of a forgotten city

faint memory

abstract representation of cherry blossoms that have flutter into the next year

the end of a season

the blossoms were brilliant this year

from one to the other

yesterday's blue skies become today's sky-tears

graduating elation

this traditional noise making band performed, fabulously, outside a graduation hall

the plums are out on parade

spring blossoms brewing

red brick wall

i can see the green poking out at me

eyes cast down

in capsules made of glass

castaway

bloodied and floating on waves of rain

mount tsukuba clouds

ancient waves, with not even one fiery mountain

inside the speaker

always feels weird to look inside your own flesh. memento mori

first signs of spring

here again, not to stay

storybook clouds

and the hollow man in shibuya

cold rainy night blur

smash one into another, rhymes with liar

protector of children and travelers

but aren't all children travelers?

early bird exercises

in the park at the crack of dawn

up in the mountains

abandoned copper mine seeking

bridge to nowhere

crossing over a wet line in the mud

pull back memories

did I already upload this green sea from last summer?

gate seen again

buddhist paper lantern marks the days

walking mushroom

rainy days such as these

up above the world so high

i refuse to let the awe fade, it never will

winter spread

from here to there, icy winds before spring rolls in

that which remains

in köln

guten tag aus deutschland

darkness drops down on düsseldorf

follow the leader

top stops to share some words, audience mostly raptured

dominoes stacked at night

and we have the same guy again

rainy day in the neighborhood

golden autumn leaves comfort among the soft drops of rain