The alarm goes off at seven. It's still dark because spring forgot to bring sunshine and thought mist would do as a replacement, which certainly is wrong. Legs feels stiff and screams with every bend they're forced to do. Another step, a bit further. Running, sprinting, FLYING!, then walking, stopping for a while... Then again: running.
Learning about hinduism and buddism: atma, nirvana, bhakti, brahaman... Light finally breaks through the dull and grey sky. Freedom.
For once slowly strolling around enjoying the smell of new things did not encourage me to buy things I do not need, success! A notebook in light brown (beige?) with white spots to fill with texts of love, dreams and secrets and one of
Gaëlle Boissonnard's perfectly magical cards to send off to the island where B, my heartkeeper, lives.
O knees, wether you die today or not I will still be happy only to have had this day, thank you!
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