Anybody there...?
I seem to have lost my way.
The darkness in my mind.
Only if someone could help me see...
the light.
I must have left my lamp...
the moment I treated myself to a glass of something strong...
that of wine mixed with brandy, maybe.
Then one more... and a couple more.
Are you there?
I hear silent footsteps approaching.
I must be dreaming.
I wake up - to more wine mixed with brandy.
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Albert Lisho
I write, write, and write. I express myself, through writing. I talk less, and write more. I rather listen, than talk. Learn to listen, to learn.
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Sometimes we need someone in our lives, the lamp.