I live by default only in two states.
Strength and disillusionment.
A strength that is healthy, selfish, oppressive,
some times reassuring but other times rabid.
But always a strength secure, natural, made out of
water and air, a piece compatible with
my existence and I adopt it in full harmony
inside my cry.
And then disappointment, a goddess forever
pointed bearing cold gifts.Feeding on people being social.
Out of a haunted world but redeeming,
made out of fire and frost,
far more real and honest than anything else,
incredibly persuasive and absolute.
I fancy welcoming her in all formalities
thus honoring her.
Knowing that she is the womb of all my ideas.