My life is a fairy tale.
At this point, I’m the little child, lost in the forest, at night, where everything is absolutely scary.
I can not walk as I don’t know where I am going.
I can not speak as I don’t know what would come out of my mouth.
I can not see as everything is dark and I’m afraid to fall.
I can’t not feel as it’s terribly cold and my whole body feel nothing but fear and pain.
I can not breathe as I’m afraid of what could come into my lungs.
I can not eat as I don’t know what is good or bad for me.
I can not drink as I am not sure the vital water would not kill me.
I can only remember, before the forest, I had to go through another one.
So I’m wondering.
How many forests are there exactly ?
Is that an eternal wander ?
Or all of this really has a meaning ?
Yes I know I’m the one who is supposed to give a meaning to all of this.
At the moment, the only meaning it has is the pain.