Puzzles.

 

I got the last piece of my puzzle.

 

I got it all.

 

… and i’m in love.

Looking back…

 

… I realized that a year ago I was spending my first days in Paris.

Completely in love with the city that let me be whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted.

Home.

Most of the people I shared this experience with remember it with sadness,

or even with a certain feeling of need to get back there.

I don’t.

I’m in the middle of a storm of changes. My whole life is upside down, in a goos way.

So I don’t miss Paris. I thank it, for having allowed me to be who I’ve become.

And for such good memories, of course.

Now and ever, we will definitely always have Paris.

Virtually (un)real

 

 

So there is just little story to point out here:

 

Once life started getting real,

any virtual reality comes to an end.

 

doesn’t it?

The story of my life

 

Wild horses

“Wild horses couldn’t drag me away…”

…could they?

So there was pain, there was suffer.

A little bit a tears and much more bitterness.

Didn’t know how, it was just to take the chance.

And now I’ve realized,

happiness can hurt you too.

So if I’m happy, there is something I don’t get.

There is some pain left, just a reticence to let someone in.

So if wild horses couldn’t drag me away…

…what about fear to care?