Chapter 66 of My Novel, Marsala

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Recently, I see everyday a white butterfly. I enjoy watching them at that captured-in-my-eyes special quicker-than-ever moment. Yes! Enjoy the moment, cling to beauties and joys. But the issue still stands: Living.


Chapter 66 of my unfinished novel, Marsala

Burlesque

My head is stuck
Into life, into me.
And my feet are swinging in the air.
If you touch them,
My neck will break
If not,
I’ll be smothered.
I’m supposed to choose now.
This is what I should live.

Glossolalia

This overrated me, is left in the arms of the storm...