to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

събота, 14 септември 2013 г.


Minutes to midnight
in a smokey room I stare blankly at the screen -
no worlds come alive dancing around me,
no silhouettes tremble at the edge of my fingers,
no ghosts fill the halls of imagination.
Only the flickering light of someone's red lazer toy
runs across the walls.
The mirror is empty.
The heart is blurred.
The eyes are tired
and every sigh fllies away unheard.

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