The transition is not as clear as what I wish. My half-truths are not assumed known. How could I do otherwise anyway? I await the approval of the Supreme as an explanation young woman a little lost while the interior resonance has never been stronger, I've never been so sure. So I stopped myself to all those who thought they could read me. Thus I found that one creates these false connections based on what emerges and what we unconsciously give wondering why there is always a reception problem. I would tell them all that it's complicated, that bitch was finally relayed to oblivion for a portion of the population for them. I'm an emancipated image I I even wanted to project, desperately pathetic. I am also far from chimeras and concessions too heavy. Yet I am the same, just not the same for them. When I refuse to see it, it has nothing to do with everything I wrote above. I fall in love despite myself, I kept this love of humanity and I'm often plays nasty tricks. I woke up three times at night during the holidays when I imagined my hands in my bed. She is so beautiful, it haunts me so much in his absence than his presence. It reminds me of this pagan the first woman I fell in love when I was not yet 20.
All this only leads obviously to anything. These are just stalling to black space. Time will do its work, I am sure. In a few days, weeks, months, a few years - I'm in no hurry and I have a rather busy schedule - I'll find my shoe off.
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