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une prairie verdoyante

Being high after sleeping only 4 hours last night, walked 15km today, strange feeling. Cloudy but not in the annoying way. Let me be taken to somewhere else, let me stay just a little bit. Away from your world of pain.

Laisser passer l'orage, l'eau couler de la montagne, remplir les torrents, les lacs, les rivières puis les fleuves. Laisser couler le sang, le dégoût et la haine. Faire le vide, remplir l'espace du vide qui s'échappe. Ne plus penser, encore un peu ressentir, tressaillir.

What a day.

Despair, hope… Both let me wondering about what am I doing here. Is it love that talk to us all? Is it the pain that makes us remember we are alive?

Breathing hurts and my flesh is burning for you.