Like at the station

Modifié le : 2019/08/07

Some­times we feel on days like there is noth­ing else to do but wait for the next ones, that what could hap­pen the next day would be bet­ter than the cur­rent grey of the ris­ing sun. Some­times we open our eyes to noth­ing ; our dreams have tak­en on the guise of a night­mare, but when we wake up, the dra­ma is still­born, and that’s good. But our eyes are still not look­ing at any­thing. They pre­fer col­ors and promises.

I’m stu­pid­ly wait­ing for an answer from the pub­lish­ers. There are thus days that hope that their efforts will not have been in vain. Some hours teach mod­esty. There is, there will always be some­thing to live for.

It’s like at the sta­tion. As the say­ing goes, we always take a train for the next few hours.