For You 。。。

I wanted to cry, I haven't a reason.

I wanted to shout, I haven't a reason.


I wanted to mourn, I haven't a person.

I wanted to be, I haven't a person.


I wanted to leave, I haven't a shelter.

I wanted to stay, I haven't  a shelter.


I wanted to dream, I haven't a future.

I wanted to think, I haven't a future.


The Past is taunting the present, ready to blast into laughter anytime the future fulfilled itself.

Past, Present and Future are constant and changing.


Everything dates back to 17 Dec 2008.


When the snow ball began rolling.

When the root began drilling.

When the ship began sinking.

When the heart began bleeding.

When the fire began burning.

When I began Falling.

For You,

For You,

For You,

For You,

For You,

And for You 。。。


  Time to lock up everything again, as I did, long time ago.

  Pain, is a part of feelings, a price I dare not pay, again.

  A Needle, a Hammer, a Pan, a Knife, a Poison, a Drug.

  What more can it make become?



Yves.