With some black ink : the number one. Checkmate !
The fall. Another one bite the dust. Me. Just me. The best and the worst, forever. My dunce's golden cap. I swear. I swallow. I smile upside down. The days to come are empty. The days to come are scary. And I'm strong. No pain in my veins. No anger in my heart. I rest in peace now, cool, in my medium-death. The show is over - something else must go on. I have to find what must go on. I must go on. No show anymore. The show is over. Annoying personnal mythology. My ego is quiet. Calm. Tamed. And my spirit is hungry. I have to reach my mountain top, I have to weave my knowledges' web, I have to cherish my soul and my arms now. No more battle, no more death. No more injures. Now, lovely myself, take care, you've got a long road to run. Now, o dear myself, you have to give birth to new stars, with chaos inside.
Divagations et dérives sentimentales. Spleen sans date de péremption. Féné-hantises.
