Broken Thoughts

Here is the strange and bizarre thought I had all day long :

Questions are a burden to others; answers a prison for oneself.

I guess this is the reflection of the depths of my despair. I saw my distorted soul in the mirror, just like I saw my distorted face as a Bacon painting.

Will this touch of sadness, not to say, this depression, end up ?


I would like my state levels off.

I would like to reach a quiet plateau.

I do not request happiness, but just a peaceful mind.

I would like so much to feel a welcoming hand holding mine.

I do not want to see see anymore these hands again, in a nightmare :

Shane Willis

They made me thought of Escher drawing hands, of Escher impossible prints :