I don’t have anymore the relationship that made my life so rich.
I don’t have any dance job, I’m out of all circuits.
I don’t have money to buy myself happy or go on a holiday.
My closest friends and family are not here.
I don’t have children yet and I won’t be having any soon.
It’s hard not to feel sad and miserable.
It’s hard to still see a point in all of this.
What right do I have to blame it on him? Is it maybe a fault not to love me anymore? Is it maybe a fault, mine, to love him?
It’s impossible for me to believe that someone could really stop thinking about me.
But I also find back pieces of me. Very very small pieces. I find them in this night sun.