Ennuagement.....

Le ciel me semblait partiellement ennuagé ce matin.
Moi aussi.

Les nuages sont formés de gouttelettes d'eau, qui proviennent de la condensation de vapeur d'eau dans l'air.

Petit cours météorologique ici qui nous mène... à moi sur un nuage.

Folie?
Probablement.

Les gens qui sont heureux et qui vivent sur un nuage 24h/24.. est-ce parce qu'ils ont beaucoup trop pleurer? Leurs larmes se sont évaporés dans leur nuage. Formant ainsi un endroit confortable où il fait bon vivre.. et ce, généralement accompagné.
Ouais, j'y crois!
Je veux y croire.

On dit que le malheur des uns fait le bonheur des autres...
Peut-on, tout simplement créer notre propre bonheur.
En se posant tellement de questions. En nous faisant mal à nous même.
Auto-mutilation mentale et psychique!

Le fait de se sentir dans les nuages.. est-ce un réel bonheur où un surplus d'imagination et un désir d'y croire...!?
Trop de mots.
Pour si peu de sens.

Explosion de phrases.
Le chaos.

Est-ce une création de bonheur durable.
Ou simplement un besoin de croire en quelque chose de mieux.
De plus heureux.

La réponse suivra...
Éventuellement!



I've been looking for something, I was afraid to find.

Un. Special

This text will be in english. Cause, today, the words come out easily that way. They just gently come out of my head. Taking place here. Making sense here, at least I hope. I'm living a war. I am the war. Heart & mind. Fighting against each other. Mainly scared of deceiving others. What makes me special, if ever I am.. that I don't know yet. Trying, everyday to hold on to something else. To believe in anything else, at least, anything that could help me grow strong. I used to be a believer. Things change. I heard the more they change, the more they stay the same. Still trying to figure out if it's true or not...

It might not make sense for you to read all of this, it might as well not make sense for me if ever I read it back.

As for now, writing helps. Always have and always will.

I'm trying to figure out why I'm still alive.
I don't have any regrets at all..
I'm just wondering. So many could've lived longer.
Why me. Why them...

I believe that great people can only disappear if there's someone who's born to be as great as them. Sometimes greater.
Not saying that I'll be greater than my dad. I'm just hoping that I get at least to where he was.
Some people say I'll get there fast enough. Some others just don't say a word.
Jealousy or ignorance... who knows!
What I do know, though, is that I am meant to be more. More than what I am. More than what I always believe I could be.

Time helps.
I heard.
Things get better.
I heard.

You'll see greatness in me. If ever you're great enough to see.
To all those who read this.
If you don't believe in me, just, please believe in yourselves..


It's no goodbyes.
It's a see you later..