I crave. They can sense it.This needAlmost feels like greed.It’s raw, human and rough.Nothing will ever be enough.So intense it sometimes slips through,Making my cold mask fall,Leaving me bare for them to see allThe void, the darkness.Unrelentless For a moment, they can even hearA voice whispering « come closer, come near ».Mysterious, absolutelyAnd lethal, it might be.It …
I used to feel depressed and blue on Sunday afternoons. I felt upset because : I couldn’t help but feel dread and/or anxiety about already going back to it. The weekend felt way too short; I needed more.More time to relax. More time to enjoy. But, I barely got to a point of relaxation that …
Like any child, I saw my mother (the only blood parent I had) as my number 1 person. I spent most of my life trying to conform to what she wished or deemed appropriate for me. I’d get good grades, wear the clothes she chose, even though I didn’t like them. I even went to …
Sweet little childHow raw and wildYour are.So full of life,So full of energy,That’s what you’re supposed to be Free, so carefree,It’s frightening to seeFor the witness, the guardian, the protector.For them, the sight is uncanny.How can this be ?Like you, they never could be.Where does that inheritance come from ?Who gave it to you ? After all, you’re …
