It is hard.
I cried.
Dont try to know why.
I cry when things get beautiful.
I love crying. Its like you feel you're drowning from the inside, you just need to take it... out.
Then it's such a relief. You lost the need to sleep. You stay awake. You know that anybody in your place would just sleep. But you arent. You need something else. Do you feel that much different? Hard to tell. Maybe. Maybe you feel different, but you arent, or the other way around. Doesnt really matter. The days are bright and filled with pain. So enclose me in your gentle game.
When things get rough.
The board gets tough.
I see you sleeping.
Or am I dreaming.
Bonne nuit les gens, car après, ça sera pire.
It only gets worse. I'm happy now.
