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!

неделя, 3 януари 2016 г.

bad winters

the bad winters of my life
there has been quite a few
i'm a child of summer
starving in the cold
when the wind chimes under my skin
i shiver
i crumble
i break
not before the heat kisses me white
i stand up
tall and heavy

the bad winters of my life
they have seen a lot
it's the silence that drives us mad
not the noise and gloom
so in the cold
we do more
the bad winters
they have been through a lot

the good winters of  my life
they are so far behind
i remember quiet,
but nothing more
and nothing wild.
the good winters... they
are coming.
that's as much as i foresee it.

the bad winters of my life
are forever gone.

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