1 décembre 2010
Parce que je parle aussi la langue de Skespeare..
Sometimes, when everything is calm all around, and the sky is so blue, there's something you see right in front of you: Infinite. But once you close your eyes, it all disappear. This is quite sad the feeling you have, in this very moment, that all that fucked up stuff was just the prettiest illusion on earth. But it doesn't really matter.
Sometimes, you wish for something so strong your hands can't stop shaking, and you want to sleep like forever. And all of a sudden, it comes. With a big, huge light all around it. And it may go away, you may not be able to grab it and keep it close. But it doesn't matter. Because you had it once. And it's better that not having it at all.
Sometimes everything is good, the perfection. This is in the air. This is the way everyone is to you. But you're not feeling it. Because there's something inside of you, strongest than love, strongest than happiness, that can tear you apart in a single second.
Sometimes, you fell like you have to runaway from someone, because you have this deep feeling something strange might happen to you if you stay. You forget, you start everything new, but there is a hole in your brain, a gap in your heart. And you start it all again with the past. Because it doesn't matter how long you run, how far you are. Because what is good for you will always run faster. And you cannot refuse to see what will compulsory happen.
Sometimes, when a thing comes to an end, you feel empty and hollow. You feel like somebody took your soul and flooded it. Like the devil came and broke your heart. Like you'll never come back from this hell you put yourself in. But you've got to see over the mountains. There's a sun somewhere, a sun that is made just for you.
( My god mais keskelle parle bien anglais!!! )
