Desire for solitude and peace, to heal,
Want to lie and finally say : I live like you, I no longer suffer.
Feel like arms around me hugging me
Want legs mixed with mine, without cheating ; to say that i am fine, very good, while i am hurt, if wrong…
Want a deep love to pop the ceiling, want to flee through and, while crossing it, feel the sweetest pleasure : that of life… of sublime love, to wait for the end of everything
Love and death.
Want this ceiling to stumble in a cloud, brings me back to life, throws me on another shore and sends me again and again to endless love.
Live, live, live his life to die.
I was so sad.
Lucette
