He gives me so much hope and joy. He sees my true colours, my inner being. He sees my strength, my father’s strength, and my eyes. When I kiss him, I kiss myself, like from within. I feel lust and love and also freedom. He doesn’t judge me or hold me back. My obsessions are transformed into art. I eat chocolate again, I eat bread and cheese. I even drink a glass of wine from time to time. He has taken me to the sea, we’ve been to exhibitions and met a friend. What a painter. I feel nothing but joy and inspiration but at the same time I feel guilty. I tell myself it’s too late.
But it’s never too late to live, to laugh and to be happy.
Anna is a four-letter word. But hope is life
Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all