dream caged reality

I dreamt I was Raskolnikovthe streets were drowning me in darknesswhen I opened my eyes it was still therePortnoy’s Complaint on my nightstandan unwashed pair of undiesthe alarm clock roaring in the backgroundand the aftertasteof morality Ramona BoldizsarPoetă, mamă, blogger, promoter cultural, expertă la visat cu ochii deschiși și inventat povești.🌼 Scriu despre cărți pentru …