I do try to think but feelings get in the way.
Feelings bring questions, and questions bring more feelings.
Tonight, deep inside, and made of feelings, I'm an hurricane.
The travelling took me deep inside and now it's time to cover the wound, made of feelings. And the covering, made of feelings, is more important than the digging.
In the National Galery, London, there's a couch in front of a master piece. I spent half-an-hour seated on that couch and I still wanna go back there. This sunset is made of feelings:
(this is a travel post, I'm in Paris)
