It is as it is

It is as it is, enough,

Drunk.

Happy but not happy.

So what.

I do not know what i was expected to do or be.

But not me.

The origin

Here are expressions of our origin,birth, ,propagation, motherhood, war , struggle, fear, suffering and death.We are here to live and for nothing else. What we want is irrelevant. I cannot be present but alone. I want to sleep in these arms, give and be given, comfort, tenderness, die again thousand deaths without fear and sleep and fall and dream. I am not looking for angels, they will visit anyway when i am not prepared. I better stay alone and walk the hills above the sea. I cannot fly. There is blood flowing, breath, rhythm, and soon the snow will cover the freshly ploughed fields. In spring...it will all be coming back to life, and then,some time later, i will die.

Louvre,2014