I spend my time to call for help.

I sent millions of bottles by the sea.

But when someone ask me if I need help,

I keep the answer for me.

I spend my time to for something that I can have.

I could ignore it, or continue pretending all is okay.

But sometimes I just want that someone makes my life change.

because all by myself, I already gave-up.

 but then, when somebody becomes too close to me,

I reject him, and a lot have already tried.

 I guess nobody likes to show his bad secrets.

finally, I’m just a beast that act human.

I HATE BEING ME.

but too much coward to hang myself to the door.

SO WHY? SO THE FUCKING WHY CAN’T I GET OVER IT.

I am helpless.

and everything is helpless to me.

Do you remember the day when

you forgot the colour of my eyes…?

I live in the in-between. find me.

before I disappear.

I’ve seen you, coming form the water. The boy form the sea.

from the ocean.

in this nightmare…

who are you?

will we cross each other again?

I can’t close my eyes.

I am afraid to sleep…

because the nightmares are waiting for me.

I’ve always refused to look, or even to listen at songs that was out before my birth…

and what now? I like that stupid song…

stupid stupid stupid….song.

as long as I can remember, I always wanted to adopt a dog…

every year, I changed of favorite…

Pharao Hound, French brak de Weimar…

but I don’t need a good race or anything,

all I want it’s a dog friend, to play in the court with…

just a dog to play with…

ohh… for god sake, can I get my “ol’ good time draw level” back?

because drawing plushes isn’t really what I am good at…

Tongue Tied/ GLEE cover.

Why have I this terrible feeling…?

this feeling that I am forgetting  something important…?

this feeling that… I am loosing something that I must had keep preciously?

I send my questions to the night wind…