Et de ratage en ratage, on s'habitue à ne jamais dépasser le stade du brouillon.
La vie n'est que l'interminable répétition d'une représentation qui n'aura jamais lieu.

---Hipolito, Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Everything is ruined, moments at a time.
How many times we experience catharsis is either a test of character or endurance - perhaps both.

Always both?

How many times you find yourself cornered and feeling useless,
words proving to be inadequate and your world of ideas senile -
is it up to you?

Have you ever uttered sounds and wondered why none of them made sense?
How the situation which rose them spins out of control so much that only anger fuels you?

Has it ever happened -
that you are completely misunderstood?

I have no answers.
I just need to know I'm not alone.