Flying.

Nda : Pendant que j’y suis ; lecture.

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« Je n’ai jamais vraiment rêver de concrètement voler. J’ai toujours su que je ne voudrais pas redescendre. Ou du moins pas sans survivre à la chute. »

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  • music 1 : Bless Me – 6lack
  • music 2Guts Over Fear – Eminem, Sia
  • music 3 : Drop The Game – Flume, Chet Faker
  • music 4: Insane – Kid Ink

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I’ve never really dreamt

Of flying away

Beyond some vain attempts

To outburst gloomy pains

Those kind of shady nightmares

When my very soul is on the line

And deep inside

Even in my childhood

I’ve always known

That if I dare loose the ground

There won’t be any turning back

Any coming back

I might be a goner

But higher

Won’t ever

Be enough

Who am I though ?

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Novembre 2017

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Nda : Ce texte n’a pas de titre. A vrai dire, il n’en était pas vraiment un jusqu’à ce récent tri effectué dans mes notes et autres brouillons entraînant ma présente addition de publications. Dans l’apparition d’une troisième, rythmée par l’instru de mon dernier artiste coup de coeur, un petit assemblage de deux inspirations égarées et hop (no comment sur l’image) ; lecture !

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It’s been a while outta there

I‘v’been keeping my faces up

Riding my way through thin air

I’was watching myself the other day

Wonderin’ when shits would blow away

Ain’t really sayin’ I’m waitin’ for them

Just got this fucking gut feelin’ in my chest

Screamin’ n’ hum…

Pulling at my chains

As to wake me up, to reach a claim

Could I ? Without render us all insane

We’ve come this far, this hard

Was it simply another prank

Displayed from my embodied’s eyes

 

Do I ? Do I exist ?

 

Would any listen or forget

Only trashes will remain

Was I really mystified just to satisfied

N’enhanced myself in some weird affairs

Those kinds requiring dirty hands

A dirty mind, dirty habits, hobbies ?

Oh, an’have’n’t you see the psycho rabbit

Hunting down my psychotherapist ?

 

Fuck, I DO exist.

 

And I’ve been riding solo for far too long

Lost in my mind and duties

Combatting the pulsions song’s

Struggling to hold my shits

I just needed an another fix

To ride hard and hold my grounds

So come and visit me down

Let’s get starting for another round

I’ve been.

I’ve been waiting, waiting.

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2017

Beautiful

Nda : Inspiration spontanée, musicalité approximative, english writing training. Un espèce d’egotrip entre la peine et la haine. Et par ce qu’Andrej Pejic, il est TROP belle ; lecture.

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BEAUTIFUL

They are telling me :
Do what you want, be who you are.
They are telling me :
You’re not anybody, you are so much more.
They are telling me :
You’re meant to bright, you’re so shiny.
They’re telling me :
I’m beautiful.
He’s telling me :
I’m beautiful.
But I’m not listening.

Come fly with me, She’s whispering.
Come fly with me, I’m following.
Come fly with me, just fly with me.

What can you see when you’re looking at me ?
What can’t you see when you’re smiling with me ?
I’m beautiful, don’t you think so ?
I’m beautiful, don’t you all know ?
I’m beautiful, even though false.
I’m beautiful.
Make me believe it.
I wanna believe it.
But I’m blinded.
Nonetheless watching the multiface goddess ;
Sacred mirror, shattered honor, friendly horror.
Holy sanity, destroyed identity.
I’ve lost faith, can’t trust fate.
I’m just…
I just want to…
Just need to…

Fly with me, She’s whispering.
Come fly with me, and I’m following.
I’m following.
Am I flying ?

Dancing in the moonlight, so high.
Laughing in the dark, soundtrack.
Clap, clap : I’m living.
Smoking, drinking, playing.
Now, am I living ?
Dreaming, dreaming.
Freed.
Freed from liberty.
Chained to the infinite sky.
Chained to the undefined clouds.
Chained to this music and this rhythmic silence ;
Idiotic reliance.
Can the rain wash my brain ?
Can this rhum wash my gut ?
Can those pills wash my sins ?

She’s whispering.
Come fly with me, fly with me, fly with me.
She’s whispering.
And I’m still following, just following.

Crying.
Can my breath blow my mind ?
Blow my mind…
It used to tell me, to tell me.
I used to believe it, believe him.
Beloved hope, beloved loved one.
Liar, as every being.
Liar, as any beating.
Heart ;
Beating.
Hurting : me.
And my hatred,
And my feelings.
Running through my system, I hate them.
Them all traitors, them all raptors ;
Sentimental predators.
Which I’m full of, fully against.
A fool in war, a fool in love, a fool in hate.
With myself.
And yourself.
And every cells of this face up reflect :
The world.
The whole guilted innocent world.
Consuming.
Consumed.
Perfused to the wind.

So come fly with me, She’s whispering.
Fly with me, and I’m following.
But don’t you, don’t you forget it.
To remind me, to convince me of it.
Don’t you forget that I have to fly away.
And don’t you dare, dare to forget.
That I’m beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful.
That I’m beautiful, I’m beautiful.
I’m beautiful.

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Septembre 2015