the cynical dot
open your heart to people
they’ll surely know better than you
what you must do
lettre ouverte à_
that story that happened and didn’t happened. a beginning and the end of some…thing. some inner change that was to happen. today, I see where it has. a day were it all becomes clear after months, year, of mists and dark. still a regret that it’s not this one who planted it who will pluck it up. but the time isn’t ready yet for that. but it will come, as fears dropped all of a sudden. the minute before it was suffocating breath, movement, overwhelming theself; the next after it was gone… just like the wind… just like the wind… with the difference that I’ll never forget. this is what my ever is. and another beginning
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