Secluded

I can’t stand it anymore
To live in between those walls
Where you don’t laugh
To live through those habits
In which you don’t live

I can’t stand it anymore
Those missed encounters
Those missing encounters
Those days and hours
Painful reminder
Of our absence … More Secluded

Beginning(s)

life is only a matter of departures partitions abandons

of griefs

more or less tiny more or less real more or less vivid

since even seasons die one after another

eat each other

since even spring

the Earth and Sky’s blossom

is doomed to vanish before summer … More Beginning(s)

Burning heart hour

For a few weeks, I woke up every time at the exact same hour. 3 am. To start a nice two hours insomnia. Yet, I am not the kind to wake up in the middle of the night. I am more of a before falling asleep insomniac. When I looked for the meaning of that specific time of the night, between 3 and 5 am, I learned it was sadness and grief hour. Then, I was sad indeed and definitely getting ready for my next symbolic grief. … More Burning heart hour

Muse

Is it a color Or a mood? Is it a day
Or a season? Is it a state Or a feeling? It tastes like salt A mix of sea salt When you come out of a high wave And tears salt When you arise of a good cry … More Muse

A twilight soul

Unperfect Inflexible IncompleteShe wanders the corners of her own realmOf her realm of shadowsOf her realm of chaosShe dives deeperIn her lying torments Unperfect Inflexible IncompleteReady for the big mystery Her soul crumblesFrom laughTo cry Her soul splashesFrom lightTo tears Her soul distortsProud and secretIn the fierce world Mutable she leaves behindHer ancient livesVariable she atomizes her … More A twilight soul