inspired from "Le sens propre"

I was dreaming again



woke up from that noise

outside



i stepped to my window

i dropped a look outside



too much noise for me out there



i ll close that window

figured with all those stickers i ve collected all those years



i m really bored of those games

with the stones

and balloons



i only want to hide myself

behind my room s curtains



i ll maybe drop a stone against the window

sometimes

to exteriorize my anger



i hate my Birthdays

i ve been a clumsy

organized



i allowed my mother

have a look inside once

when i was still a candy seeker



she looked around for the antidote



she thought she offered me the right key..