hébété
posted on february 27, 2026
At this very moment when I am writing these lines, I have an immense desire to cry. Drunk, a mix of joy, nostalgia, passion invades me. I feel fulfilled on my little yellow sofa.
My mind is conquered by the desire to create, I both want to paint, write, compose music. Invade the world with my emotions. Paint watercolors, blacken notebooks, caress my piano notes, write poems, songs.
I feel connected to the Universe, I could open myself, hug, discuss with anyone. Meditate, dance, an euphoria takes over my mind.
I reread some of my old texts, and I feel transported, a peaceful place, where happiness reigns supreme. I would like to lose myself there again.
I feel like a small thing, I smile, daze.