THIS IS THE DAY IN WHICH THE IDEA OF EVERYDAY WRITING UNTILL THE END OF MY LIFE GOT BORN

today around 11:30 I got wonderful idea for writing

 

honey honey

I say to the little sparrow on the branch

 

I’m enjoying the frogs croak

 

it reminds me of spring waters

 

smells of greenery

 

flourishing of boyhood in child’s muscles

 

approaching the water – provoking the danger

 

swiftness of the body on which I was relying more and more

 

I’m sitting at the desk again. that’s where five hours ago

the idea about writing till the end of this life was born

 

what a joy

 

constant budding

 

after the great excitement about lifetime writing I’m in the need of peace

 

peace for each day

 

during the walk I was walking slowly in glory of everyday writing until the end of my life

 

I also enjoyed resting my heel

 

frogs were croaking from both sides of the lake

 

at this moment I felt within me Nina Tarbuk that is gone for twenty or so years already

 

frogs reminded me of water plants and flooding of subterranean waters

 

barefootedness

 

I miss more and more to be barefooted

 

whole my life I felt that rarely anybody can accept me

 

that’s why with each friendship and each love affair

I was hugely excited and suffered a lot

 

nothing has remained from that

 

I’m lonelier than I’ve ever been

 

more peaceful

 

happier

 

now more than ever I don’t feel that somebody can accept me as a whole

except You

 

that’s why I’m more and more ashamed

 

without wholeness I’m nothing and shame

 

shy child and even more shy boy

 

that’s how I felt and that’s what I was thinking while I was climbing up on Ban’s Hill

 

barefootedness I coming to You

 

we’ll go together