Funny how I wanted to explain how I've felt in the last two or three days in relation to my blog like I don't feel attached to it as much as I have been in the last month or so... and something else completely different came up. A short poem, in French, on Love.
Well that's me, too...
Without any idea whether I am in love; whether I love P. the man in my life;
Unable to define or pigeonhole Love; exciting and scary;
Oscillating between flying high and crashes;
I've been told - and I've experienced before - that my truth will show somewhere in the middle. May I be able to see it when it reveals itself to me in its own time.