South of France, My mom’s tiny flat.
I’am back here. On this balcony. The weather is fantastic.
I hear some baby kids playing [actually screaming – a simple reminder that i don’t have kids. and I made the right choice] from that little park. Some music playing in the background [ ´cause I’m too perfect … and I’m too fucking clean …]
The weather is fantastic, yet it does’nt make me happy. I forgot what « happiness » feels like. And that’s okay. It might come back.
From here,