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 !