4.JPG… because ultimately what happens is good, I am alone on my own at least. The friends, buddies, him… they are only ghosts of the past. Entities that used to gravitate around my universe.

But how comes these days nothing ever seems to collide? Generally speaking. As if we encountered ourselves all this time without having taken the time to really enter into the world of the other. Flying over the world of the other without understanding it. Flying over my world without even understanding myself in depth. Would it be so egocentric to think that I am too complex and that others do not/cannot grasp me? If so, I accept that I am reluctant, no matter what one thinks of me, in fact, I am what I am and that’s it! I feel like I’ve listened to try to understand, I’ve partially understood to have solutions, but who’s listening to me? Who tries to understand me, who can claim to have partially understood what I am, my me, my mysticism, my strength, my weaknesses, my mistakes, my successes, my expectations and what I have to give?

Maybe only forced by having to wait and draw so many lines on so many things, I go back and see that my world nearly collapsed … slowly, surely. That my benchmarks are somehow scrambled. What was safe becomes uncertain and what was doubt becomes so distant that it becomes inconceivable. There is nothing that I can resolve from what has been dissolved in the masses of doubts, when benchmarks are distorted and by extension non-existent.

But it’s ok where I arrived. I arrived at some doors where I can raise my head and brandish my fist… I can say that I have returned home.