Ready to experience. i am, but .
The past spoils the present,
only me thrown back to myself,
and a sadness goes with this.
I share my life with myself.
I wanted for once something else,
share my complete being with another one.
This appears now impossible.
Alas, i changed already, so it is not so hard to bear.
Just hard.
I enjoy my coffee in this shabby bar.
Good morning, Paris,
I don't belong here.
Good morning,
....
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