i was talking of changes and you walked right in, i was talking of chances, i was talking of being, but time’s on a roll, and time’s on a dice, and i’ve been long enough waiting to play my part,
i was rehearsing my line and you walked right in, i stumbled on the words, i thought i saw a sign and i looked at the mirror to catch your reflection, but i didn’t see none, just an intersection.
i think i missed the cue when you walked right in, all eyes were on me and i saw you laughing, so i imagined the rest, i played us old on the phone, i skipped the acts when i’m alone and you’re building your nest.
i was quiet again and you were standing still, i was thinking of changes, i was lost in between, and i looked at the mirror to catch the time passing, but time was on a roll, and i saw you leaving…

i was already gone

[edit 25/05] l?galement, j’ai tort, je le reconnais. n?anmoins, si je ne me suis pas pos? de question avant de poster ces deux images ici, de bonne foi, (et donc l? o? j’ai aussi eu tort) et donc si j’ai implicitement admis la paternit? enti?re de ces deux photos c’est :
1 – au vu des circonstances de la prise de vue, lesquelles sont evidemment parole contre parole, m?me s’il avait ?t? explicitement fait mention d’un usage ult?rieur des images et de mon incapacit? physique de les faire moi-m?me.
2 – au vu du temps que j’ai pass? ? travailler les photos pour les rendre telles qu’elles sont pr?sent?es.
3 – parce que, relativisons, ce n’est qu’un blog dont la moyenne de visites atteint les jours de grand vent les 30 hits, il ne s’est jamais agit de les tirer, les vendre, les exposer ou de des montrer sur mon site pro ou mon book.
il n’en reste pas moins que je me dois d’ajouter :
image originale : b?reng?re pr?vost.

this isn’t nowheresville. not yet.

[edit 25/05] voir plus haut pour d?tails.
image originale : b?reng?re pr?vost

if we were looking back what we’re thinking would lose its focus we’re pale, we’re
unchained, like they say you were
the door i was the lock & nothing opened to our fingers but the dots aren’t connected anymore we’re pale, we’re
unchanged, your kisses betray me
i see through our brains when you give it away, we’re forgetting us while you run to nowhere your smile like a shield hoping that everyone will love you,
adore you but where are we now ? pretty one pretty one, you’re pale, you’re
invisible to me now, if you stand still long enough you might become someone
don’t cry now nobody saw where we were nobody knows where we’re going don’t cry now & you can leave yourself in the queue of your busy days like
you don’t need space me i need space & i want a place i’m
pale, i’m uncertain i need to tell you i can’t remember your scent i can’t remember your hands i’d try to see you tonight i’d
keep my mind attached to your smile & your eyes & pretty face you’re pale, you’re
no one.