When I got home and my eyes fell on a typewriter, my heart jumped. I said "No Anna, you will write tomorrow," but a voice, the stronger this one, told me "if you do not write right away, you will never find what you're feeling now." So I'm here, I'm typing aimlessly on the keyboard, my fingers waltzing from one end to another to form sentences that may be unwilling to say anything more. Already. The Magic fell. I caught her fingertips, but they have deserted the tip of my tongue to throw himself into the void. As usual. I
I left them I went to the bathroom. The door was covered with obscene drawings and dedications sordid, but I did not pay attention. Before opening the door, I removed my ring on my finger and put it in my pocket, I soaped and rinsed my hands dry, tired. I've joined, I talked about reality TV with Rebecca, literature with Anne and love with Agatha. I shed some tears, no doubt. Vodka, surely.
We talked about travel, Berlin, London, Madrid and Paris. Nancy seemed bland side, and yet ... P ourter I do not want to leave, I have roots stagnant. Agatha looked at me with her large black eyes, and scared. She knew it. It was not a question of roots.
When I returned, I went to see my mother. She read, surely a book from the same day at the library. The clock on the bedside table bamboo indicated 01:38. I started talking to her and she threw me in the face, bitter: "You smell alcohol." And that sentence, however innocuous, made me sick at heart, as if she rejected me or attack me. A new distance, a new criticism?
I am cleansed. On cotton, I saw a little black and a lot of brown. And the blue makeup, blue as blue eyes.
When I removed my pants, there was a weight in a pocket, a small bump. It was my ring. I burst into tears.
I always say, you said never
Forever and forever
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