i’m standing still for a moment staring at the window is it real outside ?
i’ve lost the count, i used to make a count, the count of what i see and what i can’t, details of blanket skies, open arms and wandering cats, at night the lights that blind, faces that blend and combine into tired parades, it’s self-hypnosis and i’ve lost the count,
i’ve lost the count.

march was on its way now it’s july soon is it fake inside ?
i’m looking for a mental image the image of something that once was, it’s july soon i keep in mind it’s july soon i can’t remember how to forget anything, through the open window i hear what it is i’m in, the heat that blinds, the sun that blends and combines the noises around, it’s self-hypnosis, april was on its way now it’s july soon.

i had this dream last night or the night before or in a few nights i had this dream that i want to explore, there was the hill where the trees have been cut down then i was in a car on a highway with doors, i had this dream where i couldn’t focus, where i couldn’t stop the car, there’s a wheel but i’m not the one driving then i’m on the bridge i feared in previous dreams except i’m grown up now i can’t fly now, dark towers on water are what i remember of a city too big for me to fit in i’m as lost in it as i always was, “forget me” the dream said, “cause i won’t forget you”, i had this dream that seemed so real when i woke up,
i felt the room dangling.

i’m standing still for a moment staring at the window is it real outside ?
i’ve lost the count, i used to make a count, the count of what is me and what isn’t, it used to be easy to see, the detachment from my body, fragments of memories, words that blind, looks and gestures that blend and combine into empty dances, it’s self-hypnosis and i’ve lost the count,
i’ve lost the count…

en cas de barre de m?tal br?lant qui vous perce les deux yeux, se cogne ? l’arri?re de votre cr?ne et rebondit sur votre front en mena?ant de l’exploser ? chaque coup d?s le matin :
– ne paniquez pas.
– attachez votre ceinture de s?curit?
– faites le noir et restez couch?s pour essayer de s’accommoder des turbulences.
– ?vitez toute d?cision et tout coup de fil.
– ne pensez surtout pas aux 2000 images qui attendent que vous jetiez un oeil dessus.
– d’ailleurs, si ?a dure toute la journ?e, jetez vos yeux par la fen?tre et shootez vous au nurofen jusqu’? altitude de croisi?re.
– ne mettez aucun objet dans l’all?e centrale qui m?ne aux toilettes.

– enjoy the ride. :|

i’m impatient and undecisive.
i can’t stand myself and i’m oversensitive.
i fear rejection and i fear any kind of love even more.
i’m paying a price for something everything i could never have buy.
i can’t move and i’m unstoppable.
i can watch but never be a part of.
i want to be alone but i don’t want to be left alone.
i need to give and i need consideration.
i’m not pretty but i can smile.
i’m self-orientated and i don’t care about myself.

now from here, nothing bad can happen to me.

je serai l? cet apr?m :

donc, j’me disais, si vous voulez profiter du soleil, tout ?a, dans un endroit de fin du monde et de d?but de tout old school, avec voie ferr?es ? l’horizon, le sacr? coeur en haut pas loin et chapiteau en prime…
en tout cas, moi j’y serai, en train de faire mumuse avec mon zap…

There’s spring in the air
They’re sweeping the streets
Wind is a breeze
The sun becomes her he agrees

Where do you live?
Love is a place
Where are you from?
She says, ask yourself ask anyone
What’s holding up her face
Nothing but blue skies
Passage ways the mind’s eye
Contemplates

metric – love is place