... and I need you to know
i'm not through the night*
some days i'm still fighting to walk towards the light.._
There's a lady who's sure, all that glitters is gold...
Why do writers write?
Quelque part entre la fumée, la vodka et mon reflet dans le miroir. Quelque part entre la suffisance et l'insécurité, l'infini et le néant. Quelque part. Il me faudrait des bras pour m'entourer, me serrer fort et ne jamais me lacher. Jamais. "Je vais veiller sur toi, tu sais?"... Veille bien je t'en supplie. Ne me fait pas de mal.
Because it isn’t there.
7 juin 2011
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
precieusement
There's a lady who's sure, all that glitters is gold...
