Darkness ... my old friend,
I love the feeling that possesses me when the need to write seizes my heart and fighting its way through my mind's maze a half thought poem emerges from some hidden place, moving through the darkness, looking for total birth; an idea mixed with sights and sounds becoming real, like some magic moon which appears and flickers, then fully shines for the first time. and becomes alive in the darkness... that darkness which once I was afraid off, but now I see as the colorless background of fertile,... Sign in to see full entry.