it is not my year.
let goats stray wild and graze thistles.
they are happy in their freedom.
me, i have not yet found happiness in my chosen freedom.
i will and i can and there is life.
when the will to survive is stronger than love,
i cannot foresee where i will land.
i just have to throw myself into the waves.
there has been a light in my life for all of one year.
it will be difficult to steer my ship without this faro.
alors, i must shed light on my path from inside.
it is, after all, always my path.
though i may appear to walk in circles,
i move in spirals.
they have open ends.
when i gathered enough momentum,
i fly out into space.
the universe is wild.
the loneliness is immense.
nobody can tell me how i must be.
this is a first step to new happiness.
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