“The world, small and monotonous with
no remedy, shows us our picture, today like yesterday” Charles Baudelaire
I don't know if I must leave, but I cannot stay. I don't know what I am going to find. I don't hope in the dissolving of this insect. What I dream is that I will time. Time to get lost in a drop. Time for enlarging a bit more the infinite walls of this box. I dream that I am going to have peace. I want a moment without this incessant noise. Even if just for an instant. Even if just for the taste of a whisper of silence. It is still calling me. I am not yet able to forget.
I will come back to see
myself reflected in the mirror? After two years always the same face? So
be it. You can say it again. I am not going to contradict you. You don't
need my words. And I only need to go. I am still looking for it. I
still want to fight. And I have a strength that you will never know.
I believe. And I will not be disappointed.
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