The end of the tunnel, really. My God, it's wonderful. As if I was running on a slope becoming steeper. Breathless, but with all the motivation that I can have.
I repeat myself but it makes me so happy. And I realize it's really that way, which weighs most on my mood when I see the weight falls away gradually as the output approach. I see the light! And even disintegrate the remaining courses, ending one after the other. Today, classes canceled after half an hour of waiting, Tuesday and Wednesday, freedom!
is one of the jumps you can afford when racing is on a slope, history of have the impression of flying 1/10th of a second, and fall even more momentum. Eleven days. And even need to eat to stay there until the end je peux rentrer directement chez moi, et même marcher sous le soleil de plomb de midi ne me fait plus peur, les maux de têtes s'envolent quand, ouvrant la porte de l'appartement, apercevant ma maman, refermant la porte, je respire sans pression. Je souris même.
Mais je rêve où mon article est presque joyeux ? Ça faisait tellement longtemps... On peut écrire quand on est content, oui. Je n'y croyais pas mais en fait si, car si la tristesse peut se transmettre par ce biais, je suis sûre qu'on peut réussir de la même manière à faire sourire ou donner chaud au coeur à notre lecteur. Je n'en suis pas encore là, mais j'apprendrais.
J'ai même tiré les joues de deux de mes ... amis ... "potes" [ ahahaha compotes. Jeu de mot ignoble. Pardon. ] ... camarades. A la Fac.
C'est un exploit, vraiment. C'est comme quand un chat vous montre le dos, c'est une preuve de confiance, pour ma part quand je tire les joues c'est que je suis assez à l'aise avec
Mais je ne me suis pas attachée, hey ! Je partirais le coeur vraiment léger, parce qu'ils ne me manqueront pas, surtout qu'en plus l'un d'eux retourne à Toulouse.
'm not scared, I have not done it on this one \\ o /
can therefore appreciate someone without focus, you can talk to him, his smile and tease without its absence does not hurt us, in any way. Finally.
My rope tightrope walker wobbles a little, but her shaking subside gradually as more and more quickly. And I get to the end, then it helps, of course.
So I also started to regain control of my feelings, and what does it feels good.
is like grasping the flanges of a Crazy Horse and to slow gently, until it stops.
A sigh.
A breeze that fluttered the ultimate flower of a cherry before filing it with infinite tenderness between gray stones.
austral winter we began to make nightly visits to blow me ideas of freshness in the neck in my sleep.
The cold of the southern hemisphere is on the way, and strangely coincides with the rise of my mood.
Gonna may actually survive it all really. It Clearly it will not last, it will necessarily stop but hey, I still have time to enjoy and see what happens.
I love this article because there, right away, if I were asked "How are you?"
I could truthfully answer "Good."
Have an Ice Day ♫
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