The woes of the mirror

      Dearest you,

Love was never easy. But being you is more complicated. Ever wanted to leap on a horse et Gallop your way out of where you are?

Be something else.

Be someone they say you couldn’t be.

A happier version of yourself, perhaps.

Maybe not so much like your Maman more  like your mon pére?

That’s just your thoughts.

Reality is cold British tea, it doesn’t change the fact that’s it’s cold et not creamy et fitted beautifully in a 19th century teacup imported from

France. God knows who sipped in it before.

I am actually thinking that the lesson of today is simple.

Loath – full.

Truth full.

You are you et you cannot change it. You can run et gallop fast away as you can, loose yourself in a tainted world, a world of toxic power et fatal cruelty, it still remains…

You are where you are, that face, that scar, that truth in your eyes filled with pain et remorse for the life you once lived,

you are you.

I am me.

Together we fit perfect in our own reality.

I have begun to truthfully not like being a novelists, it’s harsh, it’s utterly woeful et bold. Yet delicious when served with nobility.

It’s torture world.

pure méchanceté et douleur…

Yours,

RS

ps. Listening to Syml, fear of water, in acoustic, my nightly WOE

My most liked since February 2021.