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
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