Chaque mot couché sur ce papier, je le resens comme un frisson tout au long de l'échine. Chaque mot je le resens comme un sanglot qui secoue mon coeur.

Demain, dès l'aube, à l'heure où blanchit la campagne,

Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends.

J'irai par la forêt, j'irai par la montagne.

Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,

Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,

Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,

Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai ni l'or du soir qui tombe,

Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,

Et quand j'arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe

Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur

 

Victor Hugo

 

 

awake

"Failure" by Assemblage 23 is so me :( I need to stop thinking.

I am lost,
The footprints that I left have disappeared,
For now, I am driving blind.

Accelerate,
Without a destination to welcome me,
This road is just an endless loop.

Every time I close my eyes,
The noise inside me amplifies,
I can't escape,
I relive every moment of the day.
Every misstep I have made,
Finds a way it can invade,
My every thought,
And this is why I find myself awake.

Directionless,
The letters on the signs have long since faded,
The sky conspires to swallow me.

Paid the price,
For burning all the maps to warm myself,
I threw their ashes to the wind.

Every time I close my eyes,
The noise inside me amplifies,
I can't escape,
I relive every moment of the day.
Every misstep I have made,
Finds a way it can invade,
My every thought,
And this is why I find myself awake.

Walk away,
Time to leave the realm of the familiar,
To find a place where sleep can come.

Hesitate,
For one last time I shout into the sky,
To wake the ones I'll leave behind.

Every time I close my eyes,
The noise inside me amplifies,
I can't escape,
I relive every moment of the day.
Every misstep I have made,
Finds a way it can invade,
My every thought,
And this is why I find myself awake.