The winter hike
I can't get any closer to nature. Somewhere I feel like I've forgotten something. I dig into my mind. I manage to have it all wonderfully. The winter sun feels nice. That surprises me, too. That I'm still able to feel that. I'm reliving the period just before the transformation.
My question. The voice. The advice. My sense of excitement. Was it that simple?
Step by step I go through the process again.
I left a house this morning. It didn't feel my home anymore. I had just been told that my presence was no longer appreciated. It was a slap in the face. Blind I would have been for the deception that took place under my roof. Convinced of the fact that he would soon be awaited. But his last words were engraved in my memory.
“You always wear your pink glasses. You live in a fantasy world. Everything should always be rose smell and moonshine. I can't afford it any longer. I don't want to live in a fairytale world. It's time for a different pair of glasses. And since you're too attached to yours, it's time for me to take the knot. I told you about her. That other woman. That woman who does have both legs in the world of reality. You didn't take it seriously. Now it's too late. I asked her to move in with me. Your presence is no longer appreciated.”
maar deze herfst was het toppunt
energie gevers zijn het
je verhaal is mooi
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