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what if
with a question mark
So it happened. It's like a conspiracy that is carefully planned and executed through a chain of events.
It was only a matter of time. It had to happen sooner or later, I guess.
And now it's everywhere I go. It's funny how unrelated can easily become related to you now that it's happened.
So it got me thinking.
You see that room with empty seats? Pick a chair and imagine that you are sitting on it.
It's a table for two, and I'm sitting across the table right in front of you.
Soon the waiter comes and we each get served what we want.
I'm having a coffee, plain black, and you're having whatever you're having.
We don't talk to each other, because we are preoccupied by million other things in our minds.
All the things in the world that led us to where we are right now.
Before we can make any sound, we need to think hard. Take as long as you need, because time is non-existent.
We need to take our time to make sure we can express completely to each other.
No misunderstandings. No secrets. No pretendings. Just you. Just me.
And then, when we're ready, we can finally begin. I can't guarantee anything but at least it'll be a start.
What are you thinking? Chai? :p
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november
for anoddercouple
Anoddercouple speaks no words.
Silencieuse, comme d'habitude.
Je me demande pourquoi je me mele dans ce mouvement qui se dirige partout sans but sans espoir.
Pourtant je comprends tout. Comment? Parce que c'est enracine dans la pensee et la mentalite du monde qui ne comprennent que ma seule existence.
Ou il y'a la lumiere, je m'en vais. J'espere que toi, oui toi, tu viendras avec moi, oui moi.
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november
always
The weather has gotten considerably cold over the past few days.
It even snowed a little this morning. Nice and quiet.
Like a gentle tap on the shoulder, you know?
What a pleasant surprise, I thought to myself.
I think I will always remember.
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november
and walking down the street
I took another shot on the way to school yesterday.
J'adore ce mois.
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november
and walking down the street
I took this picture on the way to school yesterday.
I just love this month.
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finally
out
An image of a person on the other side.
Misplaced by someone he trusted long ago.
Now forgotten. Strayed far from.
And an exit that says No Exit.
Somehow I get the feeling.
That is as close to exit as he will ever get.
Where are you? And why am I so sad?
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