Homme

She turned over in her sheets finally gaining the ability to admit it. She had been wrong all along. She had been a coward. It wasn't like staying there would have made her any better. But giving up made her a little worse. Everything was always given up on; nothing could ever be steady in her life. An absent father, a wrecked home, a broken heart. And this place- claiming to obtain the powers to heal and change her- added to her rut. She was, in fact, changed. But she was neither healed nor changed for the better. She was lucidly lost in a land ironically connected to home.

Donne – l’impression d’un pêtit bon homme

Si tes raisons sont bonnes, come on,

Prends ton temps et le mien,

Car j’y tiens. Prends, la vitesse d’un vrai hurragan

L’altitude de quelqu’un qui connait son coeur