[ God that was strange to see you again. Introduced by a friend of a friend. Smiled and said ''yes I think we've met before''. In that instant it started to pour,captured a taxi despite all the rain. We drove in silence across Pont Champlain. And all of the time you thought I was sad. I was trying to remember your name.. This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin. Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in. Now you're outside me. You see all the beauty. Repent all your sin. It's nothing but time and a face that you lose. I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose. I'll write you a postcard. I'll send you the news. From a house down the road from real love.. Live through this, and you won't look back. Live through this, and you won't look back.. Live through this, and you won't look back... There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave. You were what I wanted. I gave what I gave. I'm not sorry I met you. I'm not sorry it's over. I'm not sorry there's nothing to save. I'm not sorry there's nothing to save. ]
Me voilà. Assise dans un corps vide, à contempler l'univers à travers la fine couche d'épiderme qui recouvre cette enveloppe informe. Infâme. Les doigts parcourant dans le mauvais sens un vieux tapis poussiéreux. Compter le nombre de motif reproduit à l'infini. En attendant que tu viennes me chercher par la main et qu'on parte achever nos grands projets.
Mais il n'y a rien à sauver. Je ne peux tout simplement pas réagir si personne ne vient me balancer un seau d'eau glacé, faire fondre le corps, me récupérer.
J'ai simplement une de ces envies atroces. Atrocement cruelles. Cruellement stupides. Stupidement, je souris avec naïveté. Naïvement tu me rends mon sourire pathétique. Pathétiquement je croirais que tu reviendra.
Comme toujours.
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