Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

unhurriedly, a murmur flatters my eardrum, stirring up inside me an insane appetite [of him] [and he knows…] [and he doesn't stop…] he persists to tender my nerves delicately cooking 'em better with butter, fancied well [expertly…] [to me…] ✶ [head up], [I talked enough]; [what about you?] [truth] or [run run run], [god only knows where] ✶ [just the same, you'll get back into my arms...]

I love you… 𓇼 I love you in the grams of my soul with the cadences of my imagination 𓇼 I love you in the degrees of my body with the liters of my blood 𓇼 I love you in the magnetism of my thoughts with the seconds of my existence 𓇼 I love you in light's intensity of my nerves with the pressures of the fears 𓇼 I love you in the climaxes of my fantasies with the authentic explanations 𓇼 I love you in the compositions of my smiles with irreproachable manners 𓇼 I love you zigzagging incoherently, thinking to stay to get back to the one who loved me 𓇼 in any metric system of the entirely me… — I love you…

I feel like a child who flees to his mother, complaining of disloyalty. I'm throwing my thoughts to the hazard again for the umpteenth time. (It's my way of fighting with this demon). Well, Dear Me, it passed six months since I've had this fight with this wretch. Almost three weeks since I had the surgery. Three days since came the test results. It brought me a smile. Now it remained one more frenglishly step. One more frenglishly step to can drink from the cup of victory. After all, I am a Champion. I know I will win this fight, even if I was never prepared for this game. Someday, I don't know when I will look back and admire the force with which I pass now through the fire. One day, I'm gonna laugh at this fire which now burns, evilly. I will Win. 🏆 I Know for Sure. 🥂🍾