when is it now
mardi 8 septembre 2009
it would take more time to complete a full, no space to enlarge the doubt, but it is not this and the passage from one point to another passes necessarily by me, I do not have a policy for one simple reason, I am the opposite of believing in the future, it comes like that, not just talk, just focus on different considerations, after it's over, time passes so quickly, even the trouble to come, I remain motionless, then it got better, I feel as if I had not aged, but I know it is a mistaken view, I feel like a concern that rises gently toward the head, tomorrow I am still here good news is enough to inflate me, life is explained by life, nothing else seems more fair, because why do you want to live through, Tomorrow illuminates my vision, I am, I do not know what exactly, but it does not matter, my body goes in one direction, no matter what he does, towards evening I go home a day finite, it is far from the dark morning that pierces me like a sieve, the night I'm finished, over passage uncertain, the sun falls, I wake up at night carries me in her arms, I swim in happiness, but already the time comes to bed, tomorrow morning
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