when is it now

mardi 21 janvier 2014

stumble , choose to stay


stumble , choose to stay as if we had wanted to the top and realize that we are far from the start, but what else to do , accept to live up, it is a matter of habit for the delayed start, when everything is clear side of the precipice , when I have a dream to fly free, but I'm attached to my body, it was he who fear me well I can go further, but my organs are organized to believe that I am one of the other , no different , a more free to do anything special singular , if I wanted to bring something to me, but life goes , c is already breathing , then what , a drink to the health of all those who are sad , but when I think I have to get up in the morning and go to bed at night , I can not help thinking that Nothing is unstable and I tell stories to avoid seeing what is really a small accident in life, a considerable choice down to a dice game , words , thousands of days , downhill store , means means, and in the certainty of making the right choice , a multitude of passions that light up when they arrive , but when the time is there , there is nobody , because in most cases, it starts from the beginning, and to a narrow passage there are less people, when everything is set to try to send the sauce, there is always a croissant which pushes the digestion , this time I know what mean, it's nice, it's soft , sometimes I feel leave, but he must return , because the balance is there, otherwise it's cold, that does not fall making, c is more but I have to go slowly so as not to scare passers

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