Day 7 - Blast

"On the seventh day God had finished all the work that he had made, and on the seventh day he was idle, after all the work that he had done. God blessed the seventh day and sanctified it, for he had been idle after all his work. work of creation. " - let's get it right now, I am indeed on the seventh day, but I am not God, so no unemployment for me. Especially since the demons attacked me again around three in the morning, by surprise. I struggled like one of them, telling myself that I was on the cusp of a "shitty day"! Nothing was right, negative thoughts stabbed me like so many poisoned arrows. I stood up and said "stop". I put on some music, which moves. I put it loud, very loud.

I brought out the demons by jumping in all directions, screaming, dancing like a beautiful hysteric. I think it was the first explosion, the Big Bang. I danced for three hours and swallowed more than four thousand steps, two hundred and eighty-five "back and forth" between the glass and the door. These days of detention acted as a powerful airlock for cleaning and purification. A parenthesis, difficult, but necessary.

I also realize that faced with the two great moments of our lives, which are birth and death, we are always alone. Life is often opposed to death, but shouldn't we be opposed to birth?

The baby who is one with his mother for nine months, suddenly decides to enter, alone, into the channel of life. From this choice, from this moment, he enters into a struggle. The mother's womb is a purifying airlock before the great exit into the world, cold, brutal and sometimes beautiful. Then after a given time, it's time to set off again, through another channel, narrow, dark and about which we know nothing. We are also alone in this moment when life withdraws. I feel both in these two states. Maybe in the middle of these two moments? We won't know, but the demons are gone. As I take my shower, I realize that a rectangle is drawn on the bathroom glass.

Angel or demon? Or both ... T