Taciszow Nosal Grzegorz

Emotional waiting for a warm, welcoming embrace Nothing

Where is that warm hug to welcome me as
the safe haven, as
the nest, as the promised land, as the
granted asylum?

Where's that button and chest protective
I groped in the darkness my load of alienation?

Fall 2008

(as you can see that this is dated today, after a year, I ask myself more questions like these ...)