Calila

Bornik Estukador

Even at the act of waking I am an explorer. What is to look forward now? Gold? A symbolic rock, perhaps? I have no place in this world but to tire myself gathering dusts and unearthing the buried ones. But I think I may have found my rest, right above your chest and just beneath your shoulder blade. Will you whisper my name? The world has not run out of tresure yet, and I will not wonder where they are anymore. I will just whisper your name.