#bordersofsleep — Public Fediverse posts

Own kitchen and its window again. Today the snow to prevail prevents real night from making it to the backyards. A dim yet soft mood in rusty red, a few artificial stars on terraces still, shadows moving through other apartments and the water in the bathtub waving one storey below. Our rituals, our realities and the dreams to thrive in between, just before another dawn. Maybe. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #borders of sleep

Own kitchen and its window again. Today the snow to prevail prevents real night from making it to the backyards. A dim yet soft mood in rusty red, a few artificial stars on terraces still, shadows moving through other apartments and the water in the bathtub waving one storey below. Our rituals, our realities and the dreams to thrive in between, just before another dawn. Maybe. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #borders of sleep

Own kitchen and its window again. Today the snow to prevail prevents real night from making it to the backyards. A dim yet soft mood in rusty red, a few artificial stars on terraces still, shadows moving through other apartments and the water in the bathtub waving one storey below. Our rituals, our realities and the dreams to thrive in between, just before another dawn. Maybe. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #borders of sleep

Own kitchen and its window again. Today the snow to prevail prevents real night from making it to the backyards. A dim yet soft mood in rusty red, a few artificial stars on terraces still, shadows moving through other apartments and the water in the bathtub waving one storey below. Our rituals, our realities and the dreams to thrive in between, just before another dawn. Maybe. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #borders of sleep

Own kitchen and its window again. Today the snow to prevail prevents real night from making it to the backyards. A dim yet soft mood in rusty red, a few artificial stars on terraces still, shadows moving through other apartments and the water in the bathtub waving one storey below. Our rituals, our realities and the dreams to thrive in between, just before another dawn. Maybe. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #borders of sleep

(Core frequency slowing down. Lost a few lines of thought along the way but that feels bearable for now. Everything past this point is reprocessing and filing for another day. The challenge to hide from both dark and light until day breaks again.)

#outerworld #later that day later that night #always in between #borders of sleep

(Core frequency slowing down. Lost a few lines of thought along the way but that feels bearable for now. Everything past this point is reprocessing and filing for another day. The challenge to hide from both dark and light until day breaks again.)

#outerworld #later that day later that night #always in between #borders of sleep

🔊Morse code and todays late early parties. A strong electronic bass but the drum seems to send hidden messages. Too sleepy to decipher. And in awe with people still up to take on these hours fully.

#outerworld #concrete city #borders of sleep

Sunday evening blues. Sublime noises of sleep and half-started dreams all around. Oneself being left somewhere in between mental states and unfinished stories, trying to sort through this weekends images while already feeling the new morning to rise behind the horizon of the coming dawn. Waiting for moon but stuck with clouds for now. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #later that day later that night #somewhere in between #borders of sleep

Sunday evening blues. Sublime noises of sleep and half-started dreams all around. Oneself being left somewhere in between mental states and unfinished stories, trying to sort through this weekends images while already feeling the new morning to rise behind the horizon of the coming dawn. Waiting for moon but stuck with clouds for now. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #later that day later that night #somewhere in between #borders of sleep

Sunday evening blues. Sublime noises of sleep and half-started dreams all around. Oneself being left somewhere in between mental states and unfinished stories, trying to sort through this weekends images while already feeling the new morning to rise behind the horizon of the coming dawn. Waiting for moon but stuck with clouds for now. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #later that day later that night #somewhere in between #borders of sleep

Sunday evening blues. Sublime noises of sleep and half-started dreams all around. Oneself being left somewhere in between mental states and unfinished stories, trying to sort through this weekends images while already feeling the new morning to rise behind the horizon of the coming dawn. Waiting for moon but stuck with clouds for now. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #later that day later that night #somewhere in between #borders of sleep

Sunday evening blues. Sublime noises of sleep and half-started dreams all around. Oneself being left somewhere in between mental states and unfinished stories, trying to sort through this weekends images while already feeling the new morning to rise behind the horizon of the coming dawn. Waiting for moon but stuck with clouds for now. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #later that day later that night #somewhere in between #borders of sleep

Merklich später, scheinbar, aber ohne Zeitgefühl, in Geschichten von Sonntagabenden und Vorsätzen und Stimmungslagen und normaler Unruhe. Gewitter scheinen immer noch die Stadt zu umkreisen, ferner, näher, und die Abstände zwischen den Bussen, die hinter der Kreuzung bremsen und wieder anfahren, werden langsam wieder größer. Darüber hinaus hüllt sich die Straße in Schweigen, nur gelegentlich quietscht eine Tür, schreiten Füße über die alten Steine. Krähenkonversation mit den Wolken. Bass aus der Kneipe. Wieder zurück, aber noch nicht ganz. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #always in between #borders of sleep