September flies by

"The wind blew, from what quarter I know not, but it lifted the half-grown leaves so that there was a flash of silver-grey in the air. It was the time between the lights when colors undergo their intensification and purples and golds burn in windowpanes like the beat of an excitable heart; when for some reason the beauty of the world revealed and yet soon to perish ... has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder." - Virginia Woolf

Coldplay had a warning sign

The songs never end and I always get to miss you one way or the other. Loving you is a hopelessly sad feeling and I can no never go on thinking about somebody else because they are never as familiar and concrete as you were. They never get close enough to hurt me.

Maybe I am in love with my own misery but each time I put down these words I keep on realizing that I am okay. Things dont feel bad anymore. Its better this way. No lingering ex, no possessive bestfriend, and nothing else that would make me feel less about myself. This is my peace of mind. Less naive, more grounded.

Strangely enough most of my friends are also going through this same amount of loneliness. We just have to look out for each other.

Myself included

I say a prayer for things I cannot control, for people I've hurt, and for the world that needs to heal.

How to be honest

I don't want write about you

Thinking of you is easy enough to do. It doesn't take any amount of sweat to glide and escape this mess I am caught in. I hope I could tell myself that this is something I shouldn't keep on doing and wish that someday these daydreams could finally rest because you'd be right in front of me to say hello. to talk. to laugh. to kiss me. to love. to live. Won't you be seeing me anytime soon?  

Stéphanie: Isn't life already in 3-D?

Stephane: Dear Stephanie: I am just your neighbor, there us nothing more to say than that. This is the reason why I am writing a letter to you because I feel really bad inside my stomach. I don’t know if what I feel is a bit of nostalgia, or wanting to go to the bathroom. I am just a new liar in your life. A new liar that has come and destroyed your piano and maybe by doing that destroy the huge heritage. I want us to start a new start and a new blank page of friendship. And if you can embrace that the same way I am embracing it right now, I see the possibilities once we go above that threshold of life and matters that succumb and become trickling down into this little pond that is called life.

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Stephane: Will you marry me when you are seventy? You'd have nothing to lose.

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Stephanie: Why me?

Stephane: Because everyone else is boring. And because you are different. You don't like me, Stèphanie.