whirl
under the heel of tomorrow you look and you sigh and all that you know becomes dust – the ever changing veins of roads tango around your pulse and you look and you sigh and all that you know has always some other shape, some other scent, maybe even some other name, but you know … Continue reading
who I am
The dust uncovering the dust of words uncovering the dust of thoughts uncovering the dust. © Liliana Negoi
on the field of dust
i’m a nonbeliever. i don’t believe in the ghost of sands haunting my bones and neither in the tears shed by stones on the roadside at the thought of some grain of dust that came to die in their bosom. instead of contemplating illusions of mud flowing lazily through my veins rugged with too much … Continue reading
Endless Journey 