Fear after Happyness
Yes... Fear...
I think I write too much, I share too much many secret feelings which should be burried deeply into my soul and remain unknown to others.
Fear you would go away. Fear you would forget me. Fear you would erase me. Fear you would afraid of all this.
I was looking at you, this evening at 20:15. I was at the beach with my sons ; it's the good hour, tourists are not here and they can play while I'm contemplating the sea, the sky and the light.
There is a shot of mine, on Flickr, which describes the exact location where we were.
There are some rocks (it's a beach of rocks, not sand), a "calanque" in French. I was in a day-dream, imagining you sitting on a rock in front of me. There was no dialogue, except through the eyes,...and I was happy. I was just admiring you, in silence.
I was looking at the horizon, I was hoping too much, too much.
Images came. So clear, so distant, so unreal.
I am not alive.
I think I write too much, I share too much many secret feelings which should be burried deeply into my soul and remain unknown to others.
Fear you would go away. Fear you would forget me. Fear you would erase me. Fear you would afraid of all this.
I was looking at you, this evening at 20:15. I was at the beach with my sons ; it's the good hour, tourists are not here and they can play while I'm contemplating the sea, the sky and the light.
There is a shot of mine, on Flickr, which describes the exact location where we were.
There are some rocks (it's a beach of rocks, not sand), a "calanque" in French. I was in a day-dream, imagining you sitting on a rock in front of me. There was no dialogue, except through the eyes,...and I was happy. I was just admiring you, in silence.
I was looking at the horizon, I was hoping too much, too much.
Images came. So clear, so distant, so unreal.
I am not alive.
posted by L. at 00:58:00
2 Comments:
Mon Cher Laurent - sometimes it's in the sharing with complete strangers, showing your vulnerabilites, exposing yourself completly that you begin to feel liberated. I know that has worked for me. It's good to get that stuff out - otherwise it just eats you up inside...
'I was looking at the horizon, I was hoping too much, too much.Images came. So clear, so distant, so unreal."
Oh I can feel those words and they sting me like a hot needle. I know where you are coming from. I have and still feel those feelings. And it hurts, but you know - when it hurts, that is when you know you are alive...
I am not alive
True... It eats me inside.
You said the precise and right words.
And I know I'm not alone.
Thank you for your words.
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