To be on your own

WALKING along these quiet streets in the suburds of Paris (north east), passing by the field in which you can hear grasshoppers singing despite the earphones playing instrumental Russian song, were a mix of WHAT I needed, to think AND to empty my thoughts.

Please, let me be alone for a little longer... 

Tonight was weird and unsual, indeed. I admit that I was unhappy, sad, nearly disgusted with myself after spending a whole afternoon feeling like sh*t. I had a very slow walk back home (to my parents'). I usually walk as fast as I can to get home, not because of the heat/cold or anything, it's because I cannot wait to get to see my family again. I wonder why sometimes I get so easily angry at insignificant things, because that leeds us to get confused and say things we don't mean that hurt people we care about. It makes me feel sad that this feeling keeps happening since I got back from holiday.

Few hours have passed now, and I feel better... I played with my little princess Mélissa (one of my little sisters), had a small talk with my dad and of course, my sunshine called to calm me down. I sort of cried. I sheded tears for several reasons. Too many thoughts over Words of wisdom. I am so thankful to have him. 

Oh, another thing helped: I stopped on this picture as I still feel nostalgic about the holiday in England (it's been 6 days already). I stopped on this one because it has the power to take away thoughts that hurt me. It's a simple and natural photograph, I named it... (read caption)

Free your mind.