About me: Life suspended to nearly nothing. To some hypothetical and changing hopes. The emptiness to the hollow of the stomach. In research of comforting words for lack of gestures, of caresses, of kisses. The suspended life. Lost in a thick mist. The mist of the doubts and uncertainties. Sometimes, to the will of wind that blows, of the breakthroughs in the opaque cocoon make appear a gleam, far away like a beacon. A gleam like a comforting and soothing heat.
A direction toward which to head, no, not one, THE Direction. The one hoped.
I'm looking for: A time to sit down in front of the ocean, to look at the waves to surge on the beach, the mind elsewhere, without knowing where. To feel hands on my shoulders, a body that sat next to mine. To escape one instant, being two. To forget the rest of the world. Egoistically. To spend one instant between two parentheses. Between these two comforting plumpness. (I dream...)