November 10, 2013

At the time

By Dilyana Hristova

I want to wander and find my freedom again. Feel my freedom. I always had it and now when something is taking it away from me I feel trapped.

‘There’s nothing worse than an uninspired artist,’ he told me once. Live off. Live by. Live through.

‘You are over so many things,’ he declared.

‘I don’t know what am I over and who is lying under me, but this has nothing to do with pride,’ I responded. He laughed because he knew were the same.

 

November  2013

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