<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Writing...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">because there is no one <br>you can trust now, <br>feeling so alone, and have no one to speak to<br>with honesty, <br>you have decided to befriend yourself<br>welcoming to the house of your body<br>your soul, your best friend now, <br>sharing bed with you, looking at the stars at night<br>with you, <br>and since the world is so silent<br>and sad<br>there is no choice but to talk to yourself<br>to the trees<br>the grass</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then your hands<br>become one big river with ten tributaries <br>all move towards your heart<br>your mouth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and from which<br>since then<br>writing begins...</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=491653" data-title="On Writing... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="because there is no one you can trust now, feeling so alone, and have no one to speak to with honesty, you have decided to befriend yourself welcoming to the house of your body your soul, your best friend now, sharing bed with you, looking at ..."></div> </div> </div>

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