What am I really feeling ? My heart is beating in my chest, trapped like I'm between the calm and the storm. They're so close that I could communicate them with my finger's tip.I'll lose the control. The ways are crossing in front of me, but I'm too afraid, too weak to take one of these roads. And I cowardly choose to stay here and leave the world running in circles without me. I would like someone stops to take my handand guide me.That's impossible.
Il me reste deux jours. Le bal. Et notre anniversaire.