Unsettlement

No, no, I don't feel safe.

I feel like a cold drop of rain swallowed by the autumn morbid light, caressing windows' glasses with no concrete direction.

I feel like ending in a gutter, still waiting for some divine direction, some wind to push me out of this despair.

I could take it before: it was called aventure. Not knowing where to go, not having any conscious outlined road, what a dream. Now, I just wanted the road to be straightforward, with silky pavement and smooth corners.

What you give me are nothing but potholes and worn-out tar, no smoothness but punctures in the soul.

You'd better reassure my senses and keep my heart calm and warm, make it trust the light you once gave it again. You'd better turn out to be a better ride. I'd had enough unsettlement.