Real Burst

It's incredible how many things happen in eight weeks, time flies by, in a way that unbalances you. Days after the gala, photos of me and Silvain appeared in magazines, fortunately no speculation arose, it was clear that I was only a companion, his assistant. So I left the fact in the past. Yesterday I was at Mila's graduation celebration, having a great time, happy because she is, today the world is dark. Everything happens quickly, in just a moment we will see each other on a distant date. It's a matter of two seconds and it becomes the past. The absurd way in which the outcome occurs and consequently gives you a result is an explosive bomb. The more I see it, the less I believe it, I am a victim of the explosion and lying on the bathroom floor with a pregnancy test in my hand, I find the debris of a poorly cushioned impact.

I feel the cold plaster of the wall, part of a space that I have never felt shrink so much, imprisons me and suffocation surrounds my throat.

I have