I find you in the cracks of my sleep
hidden as a child.
The coy sun comes to me
through the broken window,
bleeding red and orange
on the bedsheets.
A slow awakening
to daytime life.
Necuvintele lui sunt negandurile mele...
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ― Ernest Hemingway
Young babe that has an insatiable lust for life. Writer, rock'n roller, wild at heart, pledge for a cause and stop when you've obtained glory.
Un phoenix renăscut prin cuvinte din cenuşa amintirilor
Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow. ~Mary Anne Radmacher
Zile și zile
I teach you and you teach me!