A way to be

The morning light was yet demanding. There was a taste in my mouth of something long gone. I did not know how the story was supposed to go from now on, but the morning light was demanding for action. I really wanted to refuse the world in those empty mornings but that was not a… Continue reading A way to be

a changing clarity

I am a changing clarity, but I cannot be pure as sanity. Wave in me, out of the everyday scrutiny. Somewhere where the shores are endless, where actions cannot be helpless. The need, it pours in my veins. It's ripping me. But I cannot get over your dignity. I'm below the lowest I can get.… Continue reading a changing clarity