Ivory Under Amber

A small poem left beneath a narrow light.

Some things do not ask to be solved. They wait quietly, and the first reading is allowed to be enough.

Illuminate me
Wake me slowly Anger doesn't touch me Noble in the blood Time is stuck
Yelling at a stone wall Oblivious to truth Useful

Yet you know me better than myself Even in a quiet room Tonight I'm on my own
Young and beautiful Oh I have a mercy for myself Usually I don't
Did I tell you that? Ordinary people, ordinary things Nonsense Trust
What about tonight? Am I good for you? Nobody is better Time will pass
Maybe I don't matter Even if I'm good

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Boris D. Teoharov

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Hey, I'm Boris

I am not a writer. I am not a philosopher. I am just a backend engineer from Bulgaria, sitting between Laravel queues and hundred-million-row indexes for a living. The rest of the time I read medicine I have no business reading, French novels I half-understand, and whatever else my small rubber head wants to chew on. Two rescued strays keep me honest.