Don't help me focus

I see a pebble, a witness of ages, of stories, something you might pick up and take with yourself because it's smooth, it's beautiful, because it's a good listener. Something that might fall from your pocket when it's all over, when you're done. A witness that can go back to where it came from. Why doesn't anyone listen to the stories it carries in it's heart ?

I might see wrong, my vision might be blurred. Don't help me focus. This is how you trick me, letting room for my imagination. This is what I love about your stories. Giving me space for my dreams. Et si le vrai luxe était l'espace ?

If you want to give yourself a gulp of fresh air, go read her. Let your imagination set free. See what you can catch.

But please do this only at a moment when you're quiet, when you're daydreaming a little. Don't waste that moment, it's precious. 

If you realize you can't find this moment. Then watch this, It might help. It might. 

Comments

[kty]

Merci Marc. C’est dans cet espace de partage que les histoires qu’on porte en soi trouvent le plus de sens.kty