A spark

Brief moments of happiness, like little sparks are what turn a gray cold day into a sunny warm one. A conversation, a smile, a mere presence turns things around with such ease. Sometimes things are better left unsaid, but the fire that burns inside makes the water of the feelings boil and sends a moist subtle perfume into the air. Words are never enough to describe this feeling. Courage and decision is what is required now, tact subtlety and fun just have to be inherent parts of it all.

I know how this is all a replay of moments past, the sense of deja vu is omnipresent, yet even if the universe is completely unaware of us, we still feel and that makes us alive. That makes us run against a wall hoping that this time we will stop in the warm and tender arms of someone we love and not the hard reality.

This is the story of a man falling from the 50th floor of a building,
he is repeating to himself. Jusqu'ici tout va bien (So far so good).
But the important thing is not how you fall. Its how you land.



For this time I will forget about all the stories of the past, forget all the bitterness that has accumulated over the years. Forget about the Deja vu and go with the flow.

Wish me luck. Matilde est revenue.



Yet the worse thing that can happen is just : Jeff.