I Can Breathe Again, Away From The Queen’s Land

Three years later there is almost no sign of that smile nor of that warm energy, except when I’m with my clients. It’s like I’m not even half of who I used be, despite the good amount of life’s lessons I got. I grew old. My hair got even greyer. My bones got weaker. My eyes don’t sparkle so much and my heart went from broken to frozen and then to mildly absent at some point. Yesterday night, however, I felt my heart speeding up again. I felt the air going right to my lungs. It was like I could finally breathe again, after a long while. It was as if a war had just ended and I had made out of it alive.