18.9.13

# 39 || سعادة تكمل بلا حرية


if it weren't a cloudy day, i imagine everything would be different / maybe the sunlight wouldn't mean anything magnificent, and maybe the never-ending rain wouldn't seem so menacing . . . / you can take the flower out of the wild but you can't take the wild out of the flower. / do you agree that the best feelings are irrational, / that the best way to be is golden and indescribable? /curiousity and two handguns: / one interlocked between my fingers, the other pressed against my temple. / tell me what is important ( to you ) and why, / "but don't say it with words". 

           
there are nights and mornings that i forget where i left my wings, and there are days and nights where you fall between through the sky -/ fragments of a whole, scattered all around this sometimes soulless city that lulls about / half-asleep. // is it terrible to wish a lot of things were just how they were at the beginning - / shiny bright and new? / take or make a dream, / kiss it better / raconte-moi une histoire / re-and-re-assure me it's fine to want anything and everything and nothing forever and always.





Once upon a time it was l'automne and I think I tiptoed around a rabbit hole. 
Curiosity killed the kittycat that I can be, and in another moment . . .
        Just like an indefinite dream, I don't remember how it all began. And if it ended, 
if I lived happily ever after. Maybe I'm still caught into the middle of it without even realising. 
Maybe winter took me by surprise. oh, Coucou, printemps.     

I've lost my words and I feel like the sky lately. That is, the sky when it's blue and the sky when it's
 clear and the sky when it's all clouds and the sky when it rains and the sky when it's thunderstorms
 for day and days. In the sky, it's me and the sun. It's not hopeless, it's a fresh start.


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