One false move

"It's our spirit that translate external circumstances, good or bad, in happiness or bad feelings." Matthieu Ricard
Well! Think my translator is going mad. Same images going round and round in my head, his mind, his body, tenderness, warmth, embraces, the words he said, stories he tells. The way he looks, sees, so serious, so straight, so square, confronted to the unbearable lightness of being, me , chaos… I am filled with him and can't get rid of those failure feelings. A few days and nights out of time, as if it was a dream, a fairy tale ending badly. And now, I can't taste life anymore, can't smell perfumes and scents around, heart and soul in the limbs of nowhere. What I say have no sense, people I meet are empty, did one false move, but it was enough to fall, deep, never thaught it would be so deep… "Give me the strengh to carry on and leave my burden down" says Annie.