here i am: groping in the twilight dampness of the cave i’ve named my universe; biding sullenly the moment when i’ll jump at the throat of destiny, my caretaker; chewing lustily the sweet idea of breaking dawn outside; when that is really aurora borealis…

and here you are: reading, blinking and forgetting or forgiving.

so, here we go: to am writing.


© 2011 Mariya Koleva

Author: soul mary

Writer, poet and reader

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