Sometimes I fear

That if I, all the sudden, stop to look back

I won't be able to hang on.

Will I ever be able to trust people again?

Will life ever make sense again?

I was so, so peaceful and so fullfilled by my life choice, how can I ever dare to dream another dream ?

How much of the strength I thought I had came straight from the belief that I, among all people, had found love?

You know what they say

"Shit happens"

"Show must go on"

Or even : " Happens everyday"

It seems to me that green Aliens have taken over human minds, all of them.

Come on people, the nonsense is the new sense.

Welcome, princess. The sureal is your new real.

Get on it.