“…It makes me cry, I want to talk about something I am not sure I can talk about, I want to talk about the inside from the inside, I do not want to leave it. I am so happy in the silky damp dark of the labyrinth and there is no thread” – Hélène Cixous
A moment of solitude in the Palazzo dei Priori, Perugia, Italy.
last night i wrote a spoken word poem
i didn’t write it down though
i spoke it aloud to myself
I’m glad i didn’t write it down,
although it was beautiful and it will never be heard again
I’m pleased there is a little bit of wonder lost in this universe we call ours
lost in a time where all i could see was the light beneath my door and the shadows of “lenore".