Let me drown in my coffee or in my tears. Sometimes, with my eyes still newly wet again, these words come to me. Between others.
2022 is a year of drought in so many places and at the same time, this same year, my eyes and tear glands continue to shed so many tears regularly.
In the same time too, I guess that I still prefer to compose with letting my tears fall, each time that I feel them too much willing to get out, rather than other things, rather than just like letting myself drown in my coffee or anywhere. Everyone stays on board. My ship.
Resilience.
Although it costs a lot.
Resilience. Inner faith. Patience.