it was easy. it was so easy.
\nthe months were slowly passing, the days were long. too long for me, yet, just long enough.
\nor that what it seems now.<\/p>\n
it was an easy thought. so easy.
\ni have time.
\nsomething that simple.
\ni thought i had time, now i need a bit of time left.
\ni thought i’d have time, now i wish i had a bit of time left.
\nonly a bit.<\/p>\n
i said i will, i said i will be, i spoke in the future, i never imagined that the future would come at my door,
\ni said later, i said shortly, i spoke too fast, and i said nearly and i said at last,
\nbut i spoke too fast,
\ni never imagined that the future would look like a wall.<\/p>\n
it was easy. it was so easy. i said no, i said i’m fine, i spoke innocently, but if i may, i take it back, it was easy. it was so easy. the months were slowly passing, the days were long. too long for me, yet, just long enough. or that what it seems now. it was an easy thought. so easy. i have time. something that simple. i thought i had time, now i need a bit of time […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-251","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-unfinished-thoughts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/251","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=251"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/251\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=251"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=251"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=251"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nexcitement, a rush of adrenalin, i put a name on it, good nervosity.
\nare you scared ? yes, i am, or no, or rather, maybe.
\nbut it wasn’t the right question, it wasn’t the right answer.
\nare you scared, yet<\/em> ?
\nare you scared, now<\/em> ?
\nare you scared enough<\/em> ?
\njust enough, yes, just enough.<\/p>\n
\ni said i know, i said right, i spoke hopefully, and i said of course, and i said i’m certain,
\nbut if i may, i take it all back
\ni never imagined i would feel surrounded by walls…
\n
\n[in loop : sophia – swept back]<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"