I was curled up somewhere in a cozy den.
Then it started...
Could not refuse the compulsion of accepting this strange force
that pushed me.
But it was not easy!
Of course! what else these inner quivers in my self could mean?
I saw the exterior luminescence and decided to face it.
There it was, that thing called "I", wrapped in panic vapors,
almost deaf by the howl of the echo of my thoughts, facing nothing.
Insanity of being!
Wonder of belonging!
I am alive! I was born!
Lullaby by Brahms.
© 2008 Od Liam.
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