Ясе :
on the outskirts of your city
I'd rather be
not for any uncertain purpose
not for the sake of creating a memory
I like being that separate window
in your mind
building up as a solid layer
resting deep inside
hearing myself speaking
once again
liberating from inner prison
my wounded brain
meeting you at the destination
where flaws embraced
meeting me at the core of learning
who I am
fields of trust can be dark and weary
if we felt betrayed
facing edge where the hope is buried
claims the light we kept
Моя Мари.
(may - june 2018)