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This could be my last chance

Some people are just too good to be true. I might, just might, have the slightest possibility of realising the dream I consider being the dream of my lifetime. I just need to throw everything behind me, grasp the hand of the friend next to me and jump. hoping that my wings will spread alright. Fuck it, I don't care if I have to change my name to Sammy to get the strength to do it, I want to go... Leave it all behind. This kind of life was never meant to be mine, I don't feel right in it - well I do, when I manage to lie to myself ("Alors ça va ? Oui, très bien, je n'ai aucun problème"). There's nothing of it I want to keep near me, no source of improvement in any of the things that would make me the person I want to be. I'm selfish enough not to care for the ones I leave behind, impulsive enough to leave just because of an opportunity.Why can't I be happy at the Emerald bar ? I don't fucking care, if my entire being screams at me - this is your chance - how can it be wrong ?I don't care if it doesn't happen. Let me dream, please let me dream...

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