MONOMAD : Camouflage

I'm not made of stone....
I disguised all my borders in stone. I built a wall and took shelter in its walls. I created a camouflage so as not to be discovered in the jungle of hunters and predators. I kept my feelings in a safe with 60 pins to make sure no one could hurt them. I waited like this for a long time until the time of darkness passed. And suddenly the clouds cleared from the sky, rays of sunlight slipped through them and cracked my camouflage, my cracks came out and my insipid construction fell apart. My feelings don't seem to be so protected against everything anymore.

After the storm comes the calm...
But in my calm there is a little bit of anger, love and a lot of absences that hurt. In the still, there are still times in storehouses of memories. There are space-time anomalies in my mental universe. And after all, there is a trace of what I was.

In spite and without regret...
I already have enough strength not to hide, to walk and to live fully in calms or storms. The pure water gradually heals my cracks and the pleasure of living life is reborn in me.