Rainbow veins

Définir des possibles pour défier l'impossible, et m'exploser le cœur. Rien ne sert de penser, immortelle est la plaie. D'éviter le combat. Mais tu connais ça. Atteindre des sommets, qu'on morde la poussière. Et croire en des idées. Comme un soleil de fin de siècle qui se couche entre tes bras. Et si ta main tremble, dis-toi qu'il faut juste partir. S'il faut toucher la lumière en ces jours étranges. On ira voir au clair de lune, voir si le diable veut danser. Y'a la mélancolie, l'amour qui bat de l'aile. Le ciel ne sera plus jamais aussi noir qu'il n'est aujourd'hui. On n'était pas du même monde. Mais qu'est-ce que ça fait maintenant. A lancer tes pensées comme on lance des pierres. On oublie pourtant que la vie est passée, que le passé n'est plus. Qu'un jour on s'est aimé, que ce jour n'est plus qu'une postérité noyée dans l'inconnu. Il est temps de s'éteindre. Une dernière cigarette. Aux merveilles, tu me donnes la main. Petit bout de beauté, poésie incarnée. Tu ignores le vide devant toi, les vertiges et la peur, tu connais pas. A travers la douleur de la mélancolie ;

Tout ira bien.

A lancer tes pensées comme on lance des pierres.

Nice, high and far apart, just like they said. 

I built this place with broken parts, just like they said. 

You chip away the old version of you, you'd be surprised at what you can do. 

I'm safe in here, irrelevant, just like they said. 

My voice just echoes off these walls. 

You feel me breathe, I am watching you, I see it all. 

The many ways you can't get to me, I see it all. 

I see the hell you put yourself through, oh the things I could do if I wanted to. 

My voice just echoes off these walls, I don't need anything at all, and I just slowly fade away .

You will never ever get to me in here. 

Tu y crois toi ? La magie des rencontres, et la peur de mourir. Doit y avoir autre chose.

Me dis pas toi, que vivre fatigue, qu'on fait que passer...Doit y'avoir autre chose.

There's no place like home.

Sometimes, good command decisions get compromised by bad emotional responses.

Il y a toujours des "gardiens" dans votre vie, des choses qui vous conduisent quelque part, qui vous poursuivent, ou autre.

If I have to go, I will be thinking of your love. Oh somehow you'll know... Sadly they whispered away, as I played the last post on the bugle, I heard them say : "Oh that boy's not different today. Except in every single way".

I could give a million reasons why we should not be friends. Our moods change like the seasons, when my mood ends your mood begins and, you're a tease, you're a cockblocker, you're a loudmouth bitch, and a big talker. But that's okay, you'll grow up someday .

Coule un sens, un sang d'encre, aucun remords que je mâche me dégoûte.

Now I know that I can't make you stay, but where's your heart ? And I know there's nothing I can say to change that part. So many bright lights, they cast a shadow... I'm not afraid to keep on living, I'm not afraid to walk this world alone. Tell me if you stay I'll be forgiven, nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see ? My eyes are shining bright because I'm out here, on the other side. And I'm so weak. These bright lights have always blinded me. I see you lying next to me, with words I thought I'd never speak, awake and unafraid. Asleep or dead. 

Turn away if you could get me a drink of water, because my lips are chapped and faded. Now turn away, because I'm awful just to see, because all my hairs abandoned all my body, all my agony. Now that I will never marry, I'm just soggy from the chemo, but counting down the days to go. It just ain't living, and I just hope you know that if you say goodbye today, I'd ask you to be true. Because the hardest part of this is leaving you.

Et même si nos raisons nous séparent, j'aurais vécu d'avoir voulu ta peau.

Le prix du quotidien et le poids de la lassitude.

"..and once she's gone, once she's dead, then you'll understand how I feel. And you'll wish you hadn't change the rules."

Once you let your grief become anger, it'll never go away.

Un seul être vous manque et tout est dépeuplé.

De toi à moi, il y a des choses qui ne s'expliquent pas, tant elles se confondent, tant elles sont profondes et légères à la fois. Je crois qu'il y a des mots qui n'osent pas, des mots qui n'osent plus. 

Les règles de l'évidence.

Don't lie and say that it's OK. It's alright here, there's nothing more to say. So, I'm running away, I'm leaving this place. Don't tell me I'm the one to blame. It's too late for you to make me stay. No, I won't stay. I'm leaving this place. And faster than you can't follow me from this lonely place. And farther than you can't find me, I'm leaving. And I, I'll never let you find me. I'm leaving you behind with the past. And, no, I won't look back. And I don't want to hear your reasons. Don't want to hear you tell me why I should stay. And try, try to understand me. Try to understand what I say when I say I can't stay. I'm moving on from this place. I'm leaving and I won't quit, I'm running away.

Parce qu'il y a des choses face auxquelles on ne peut plus rien.

But remember soulmates never die.

Tes mots me manquent.

So what. This is it. Do we start from the beginning ? Of course not. This wouldn’t be right. It never is in fact. Hello blogspot.
I created that blog because I couldn’t express myself orally. Kinda sad uh ? In a world where expression is considered as a human’s developed faculty, and for sure as a Human Right.
I think a lot. Too much to have the time to write it on a sheet of paper. I don’t talk. Which is one of my principal problem with people (family is particularly annoying about those things). Because people who think are freaking out those who don’t. Why ? because everybody thinks they’re thinking about society problems, personal problems, etc. (which is not entirely wrong). Haven’t you noticed that when two persons are together, silent, the first thing that comes into the other’s mind is “what are you thinking about ?”. The Thought makes sad. People who think make anxious.I express myself with my glances, my gestures, my photography, my way of being. I talk without talking. Words are useless, and forgettable. They’re lies. Everybody lies. Attitudes don’t lie, bodies don’t lie. If you’re sick, your body, your attitude will show everyone you are. If you’re an alcoholic, if you’re depressed, if you’re in stress, if you’re scared, you could even say “oh, course I’m not!”, but attentive people will know. Luckily, there aren’t a lot of people who are attentive to that kind of language. Cause the problem is that not a lot of people know how to read in your mind, “between the lines”. Which is nice, somehow. People need time, no heroin, no alcohol, no nicotine. Anyway, the brilliant philosopher Keith Richard said : “You can’t always get what you want” . But if you try sometimes, you might get what you need.

Les temps sont durs et le pire reste à venir.

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