I am 34 today.
Mamie Adèle died last week (my paternal grandmother).
All my family called me today to wish me an happy birthday.
I am in love. I am sad. I have a new friend.
I am still scared of death like I was as a little girl. Scared of loosing. Scared of the stopping of everything.
Nothingness.
Scared of the dark miror. Time: will never come back but will always be.
So I worked. A lot. Here it is.
Now I will go get myself a very nice bottle of burgundy. To celebrate all the emotions.
Because all these scares are good ones. Because I am alive.
