
on Sunday morning
a cold autumn silence and
a feeling of peace

on Sunday morning
a cold autumn silence and
a feeling of peace

we would go up there, as we used to do, and our homework as well, we did, full of joy, pressing very hard on the pencil lead: letters like angels telling stories (I never knew how to draw anything else).

You vandalize the thoughts of next table’s patrons, pretending to play on your phone, a bit ashamed to steal the lives of others (but not for very long).

One can not go on the (long) journey that is life without, on occasion, going through turbulent times. Everyone reacts in their own way. For some, it’s about sharing their emotions with whoever wants to hear them, or whoever understands them, for others it’s about seizing the opportunity to transform one’s environment or career, for others, it is time to fall back on oneself. I have noted that as far as I’m concerned, in those times, I have only one desire: to return to myself (rightly or wrongly).
