Something that would make me never want another. Something that would make it so that nothing mattered. All would be clear then. And watch it all dissolve into a single second. And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet. And left there to drown.

Une tarte à la fraise? La vie passe,passe et moi? Je cours derriére.

Abonne-toi à mon blog! Un nouveau départ .

One pill makes you larger. And one pill makes you small. And the ones that mother gives you. And if you go chasing rabbits. Has given you the call. When she was just small. When men on the chessboard. Get up and tell you where to go. And your mind is moving low.

Un rien pas grand chose. Rien ne se résume a une page sur le net.