Dedication

Dedication The world falls apart. The world is your hands stretched when Something within me is a rock worth climbing. When the reality is worth inhaling. When the Moon cuts the sanity with its light. I cannot quit. I wish I could. I cannot quit. I wish I could. I cannot depict what’s going on. I wish I could. We fit perfectly like fire and black soil, like disaster and silence, like pain and victory, like solemn July nights and gruesome routine. I wish I could find shelter and conceal my haughtiness from the past, our questions revealing the dark side of being, our routes unknown. In my life’s equation you are thorn, silk and embers. There is more to dedication than mere events. I cannot quit. I wish I could. Copyright © Maryna Tchianova | Year Posted 2016