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

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Even All Your Love (?) Can't Bring Me Down

No need to hide.
There should be no need.
No heart pounding hard against chest,
no palpitating anxiety.
There should be no need.

Demands,
none. 
Answers,
only kindly.
Smiles,
not clenching jaw and bearing teeth. 

Freedom.
To roam.

I.

Released from my thoughts,
I release you.

I do not keep -
keep.
As if it was my choice.

But it is. 

Hello bound leather.
Good-bye, SS.

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