There are days when reality hits you hard.

It is not known where it comes from, but the feeling is that one thing attracts another and another and destroys you.

I lose my bearings, my bob and where I came from.

I no longer recognize myself, and all the certainties once so clear, so solid, full of themselves fall to the ground.


I am inert amid controversial emotions.

At the same time that I want to advance and improve, I remain there.

Aware of my powerlessness to move inside and blossom.

I am told that we must plant, wait for the rain to fall, and then flower.

It will be…

Did I plant right, that I chose the flowers, the colors, the ideal seeds.

Do not know !

At the moment it’s just storm.

May the good resist, may the good grow and prevail !

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