If all the sad songs disappeared

It’s 1:17 am, I hear neighbours drinking outside while the sky struggles to fade its light. Friday night doesn’t want to fall asleep.

I thought of going to bed, it would be wise…

But I played « Guérir » (“Healing”), a song by Florent Pagny, and started looking at pictures of an old hope.

In between my chapters, I always turn to instants when I know the stars shone.

I have just arrived after a twelve-hour journey to my new place - a temporary one, like me, like us, like everything.

Everything but Love who follows the clouds, from the glaciers to pouring rain, passing through deep underground caves.

If all sad songs disappeared, what would be left of us?

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ps: it feels good to write again, and to feel whatever the feeling is

M.

A journey towards your creative force