Silence. Emptiness. Gone. Then they are gone. And I stay. It has been such a long time since I have been the one staying. Silence. Emptiness. Melancholia. Oh, this weight on my stomach, I know it so well. It reminds me of other departures, of other absences. It is so hard to be the one who stays… I definitely needed this quarantine, to learn how to be immobile. Thus, they left me like like a slap in my heart. Common habit never understood. How do we suffer inside without understanding nor acknowledging. It has been such a long time since I have been alone. Deeply alone. With no one. No promise. Silence. Emptiness. Violence.
Justine T.Annezo – May 12th 2020, Carcassonne – GMT+2
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 