Lost in Narration (14)

Sound and sight no longer function. People talk but I can’t hear. I am there distracted by the production of my creativity.

Letters, words, sentences, paragraphs… rhythm. My voice is no longer shut. I can’t keep it low I have to voice it out. Stories, poems, encouragements, testimonies. Let it all out.

I dive into books to find inspiration. I swim in between lines to start my creations.

It begins from a word, a voice, an opinion that ends up transformed into stories.

One for you, one for me, one for him. What about them? And us? I don’t know. I have so much to say, so much to do. Where to start? Where to end? How to say? French? English? Spanish? Lingala?

Whose story? Yours? Mine? Reality? Fiction? Poetry?

Interrogations. Affirmations. Mixed with self doubt. Confusion. Over thinking. Give some space to fear. Stop! No more writing.

Then the engine starts again. More. More. More. Again.

Whose? Mine? Yours? Ours?


I don’t know.

I’m just lost in narration.

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