Wild and lost

My dear world,I torment myself with the scented scenic of my past. I lay awake in day as I do in night et I ravish the thinkings of a happy life. One when I am not tormented by the eyes of envie, one where even my maman adored me. One where no one had seeked to destroy me. I lurk for you happy beings,  and I am terrified for your souls. For this life you may be happy but in the after it all?
Your laughter shan’t be remembered. For you are foiled et soiled and your happy is not one that will remain. I run widely and I seek you
madly as I am lost in my word
and my discomfort in growth.

A wise man once wrote,“What pains you instructs you.”He too was maddeningly delirious by the dashing monsieur wisdom, oh I would much fancy the plainness of stupidity anyday. For one must endure the graces of absolute wretchedness  to get to the molds of peace and solidarity. The true element of human existence. But I stay running like dear Wallace  and my tears hath left me as you did, you left me, I am utterly dispirited my dear friend, for your love was my eternity.

        

           Run world, run. Seek your ordained solace and
remember that grief will engulf
you till you laugh at nothing.
Absolute merde.              Woefully yours,                      Lourdes

 

              A book of farewell