Am just craving for a beautiful story. The kind of story that could contain the books that fulfill the shelves of on old library, deserted on a Sunday Afternoon. Not a You and Me kind of story, not a superhero one, nor an infinitely in the minds kind,
Oh boy, I just wanna live My story.
Whatever it might contains, pain or undeniable joys, beautiful words or indecently stupid ones, I just wanna live my life.

Go out of that crazy round of infinitely dying time. Go out of this place, dark and full of black and white memories. Go out of that drunken state of mind, go out of that stoned body and unsteady mind. Go out of that deadly state, and live.

Live, at least for a crazily short amount of time.

/It's been a hella long time I haven't tried to express feelings in English. Guess it's full of mistakes of all kinds but, whatever.  I needed to think differently tonight, to help myself out of those burning thoughts which most (un?)surprisingly always express themselves in French. Tssss, I may not be able to control everything that occurs in that fuckin' brain, but I can still try to manipulate it in any possible way. Speak English tonight. Think English too. In that way, you won't be able to think too much, coz it's too tiring for you, right bud? Shut the fuck up now.