THE FEAR

the love

The fear is real and it is everywhere and it is constant, unless I’m doing the one thing.

I have always felt as if I’m behind where I want to be. Probably this is because I fell in love with Arthur Rimbaud when I was a teenager and wanted to do what he did: change literature by the time I turned twenty.

But, babies, I wasn’t Rimbaud. I couldn’t be. No one…