Morning

Morning © Benoît Labourdette.
Poem in automatic writing about « Morning »
Charles, 37-year old boy who lost his mother a year ago, sometimes perceive the world in a distorted way, multiplied, time and space losing their reality. A traumatic event disrupts the past, the present and the notion of reality. Let’s imagine for a moment that this street is the beginning of the world... Step by step, the quest for life, meeting a tragic fate. A distance has been established. This strange feeling, sometimes in the morning, of not yet knowing where you are.

Imagine Absence
Wet leaves
A bright morning
Beginning
Daylight

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