Vous? C'est une blague?! Mais, c'est qui vous les gars??! On est loin là, super loin. Je me casse, bientôt.
She's fucking angry with herfuckingself. She's trying, hard, pendant que d'autres se contentent du peu qu'ils ont. And she fails. Again. And again, and again. She can't believe it's happening. Again.
Far less judged down there. Far less freedom up here. Of thought. God I'm stuck.
Good girl gone bad.
God, I'm fucking confused again.
I guess we all have a T. A fucking T. I guess we all dream about it. Fucking idealize it. I guess we're all waiting for a fucking sign. I guess it will never fucking come.
Je passe de over confident à fully insecure. En deux secondes. Je passe de CEO à ermite. Elle vous dit tu, elle se dit elle. She feels like in a fucking vicious circle, again. Depuis tant. On recommence. C'est rythmé, finalement. Mais pas par nous. Elle...
This is quite the current mood.
"Ma mère disait souvent que papa souffrait de problèmes psychiques, mais avant de mourir elle a reconnu que papa avait simplement trop de vie en lui pour un seul corps." Paris - Mumbai, 393€.
They were holograms. Weren't they. That would be off limits, I guess. You're not good at being friends, are you. Jerk. "Je suis le roi de tout ce que je vois."
"Je désire regarder une vache Sans que mon esprit dise vache."
Mutual Understanding. Communion. Tu vois.
They weren't really supposed to be there. But there they were. Connasse. Connards.
Exactly four years ago, nothing happened. J'avais dit avant fin janvier. C'est fait. Je serai fort loin. And I'll wait for you to call. But I'm okay. I'm not future proof. At least not today.
1st part. Boring. 2nd part. Stroboscope. I said that out loud.. It's not Sex, it's Attention.
On pédale dans la farine. SA, and then?
She loves, after having hated, before leaving. She thanks. But has to leave. She loves because she leaves. She hopes she'll love and stay. Someday.
Fact, not fucking fiction. Things to tell. Interest, passion. Above. La cime. I'll get there, didn't think I would. La cime. "Donne toi les moyens"..
Ta-len-ted. Missing something. Something, is, missing. Ta-lent. This is how you rise. And, shine.
It feels like heaven. It feels like hell. Laughing out loud. Black clouds. Things, not people. Emotion lift, mais simultané. Stuck, sitting there, can't move. Yet still moving. That must be what matters.
Fucking stuck again! Thought it was gone for a while. Hello trouble, come on in. POWER, waves coming out from me. Fucking POWER.