Permission-to-travel Letter For Pregnancy

I wanted ... My suburb

I wanted to show you my wonder at the sight of vast fields of white topped. I wanted to write about this lady that everyone is crazy, and tells me about his dreams and newfound confidence. I wanted to list these former friends, who have each taken a path in line with their character of yesteryear, their stories, their passions for children. I would have liked to put it all here, my suitcases thoughts and questions, here in this space which is not one. But then there are days like this where everything goes wrong. Where one falls from his cloud. Where one picks up the mouth floor, there is no other word. So I say

Ouch. So I say

Shit. And


I returned this morning in my neighborhood, my enfance.J 've crossed the square birds, eyes drenched with tears. That was my whole life. I wanted to sweep everything, never having to go back, fly, fly ... loose. Without bid him farewell. Without looking back. Close your eyes and forget the memories stored in drawers, locking to avoid collapse.
I walked the streets as they surveyed a cemetery, and I know my tears will no longer change anything ...