- What are you doing ? 

- Hum... What? Nothing. Why?

- You looked at your hands like there was a universe in it. 

- No, there's only scars on my wrist. ©

Have you ever felt trapped in your own house? You're scared to move, you're afraid to walk by the windows, you turned all the light off not to be seen and you finally go in the only room where you know you can be in peace. It's probably irrationnal but you feel like an ancestral fear is talking through you and you can't do anything about it except hide. You feel unsafe in your own house. Just because neighbors ask you to come and they're three boys and you're a lonely girl. You get scared for no reason. You get suspicious. Because you can't know why and your mind is telling you the worse. Because you're a girl and you learned to be scared and threatened. ©

Le gouffre m'avale à nouveau et il devient vraiment difficile de trouver des branches auxquelles se raccrocher. Le monstre de noirceur est revenu tâcher ma réalité et happe mon havre de paix. Il est venu entacher ce que j'avais créé, encore. Je me sens sale à nouveau. Je me sens mal à nouveau. Le Grand Sommeil guette ma porte et je commence à être trop fatiguée pour l'empêcher d'approcher. En regardant mes bras je me dis qu'il a déjà gagné alors à quoi bon lutter? ©