
...that invites itself anonymously on frail and frozen shoulders, barely out of the ground, already tired of the winter tricks. 
...that invites itself anonymously on frail and frozen shoulders, barely out of the ground, already tired of the winter tricks. 
We will tiptoe around the truth to avoid disturbing it, we will close our eyes above all, so as not to see the rest, silence is almost better, no one needs to know everything, the the unconscious exists for a reason. 
For a long time I wished life to be as well organised as the directions found on this wall (but it does not work that way).

celebrate that time
of day when the shadow sits
against the white wall

I will wear proudly
my injuries from the wars,
my bruises and my flaws,
my retreats and tearing
my emotions, absolutely