Tout s'enfuit. Tout. Sans logique. Sans vouloir dire "au-revoir". Sans penser à toi. Ce n'est que la mousson qui reste dedans. Elle t'accroche surnoisement quoique tu en veuilles passer.
Lache-toi! Attendez-la sans espoir et sans abri. Sois début, tout nu! Tu n'as rien à perdre. Tu n'as rien à gagner. Personne n'est à toi pour nouer le nœud. Le nœud est fragile. L'attente est pérenne.
25 juillet 2023
Single, but why?
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Everything flees. Everything. Without logic. Without a desire to bid adieu. Without thinking of you. Only the monsoon remains inside. It cunningly clings to you, no matter how much you try to move on.
It rains when it wants. It knows no reason. It's true to such an extent that even the meteorological department is fooled. They can no longer predict this unreasonable being, which remains unavoidable - a shadow outside, never truly yours, but something you would love eternally.
Loosen yourself! Wait for it without hope and without shelter. Stand erect, completely nude! You have nothing to lose. You have nothing to gain. No one is there to tie the knot for you. The knot is fragile. The wait is enduring.
25 July, 2023
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