Souvenirs (2) Coming back to Nantes. I share dear moments to my heart in a big lounge apartment, breathing cold wind smoking smoking cigarettes listening some vinyls with an hi-tech music listener. My asthmatic sickness don't stop my own research of happiness, surprises, and spirituality. I'm always walking. Alone, with my family or some friends, but I'm determinate to reach my goal. Discover one way to be a better man. And I'm quite sure that these efforts will bring me out of my present and pathetic demotivation. I can't stay, I can't return on my past life, I HAVE TO HEAD ON, NOW.
Poème posté le 21/02/15