<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489199" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Promised Not To Wake Up Early And Write Again</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">but of course, here i am.<br>it is 4: 25 in the morning.<br>i wake up earlier than <br>i expected. there is no sense wriggling <br>on the bed that no longer feels my yearning for sleep.<br>i rise.<br>i open the computer. i hear its buzzing sound. No problem i am <br>willing to write about nothing<br>nothing at all. call it emptiness. call it weariness. on a very early<br>morning. but it does not matter at all. this is this. this is it.<br>this is what i am. just going. just coming. just writing.<br>whatever. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">outside the rooster keeps its announcement<br>of a promising morning. the hens are laying their eggs.<br>some steps of strangers pass by. sagging footsteps<br>for an early work to do. opening doors of their stores.<br>dusting, cleaning, baking the bread. displaying wares.<br>the salesgirl still yawning on an unwashed face.<br>the dog wakes up and wags its tail on my side.<br>as i write.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my life begins to unfold. it is another poem. another story.<br>written and kept. there is nothing more important to do anyway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you look for a rhyme. You do not find it here. Go somewhere.<br>That poet over there, the one with the color of dusk<br>keeps some. Talk to him. Meanwhile, I am through. <br>No promises again this time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489199" data-title="I Promised Not To Wake Up Early And Write Again de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="but of course, here i am. it is 4: 25 in the morning. i wake up earlier than i expected. there is no sense wriggling on the bed that no longer feels my yearning for sleep. i rise. i open the computer. i hear its buzzing sound. No problem i am w..."></div> </div> </div>

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