𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐗 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐄́𝐀𝐍𝐓 ⸺ poèmes & textes

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. Dɪɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ

lose myself in the depths of the past,
see the recklessness of the childhood,
and feel so many regrets.
it's like i just threw away my true joy
'cause now i see this whole world
and it's ugly, so ugly.
actually, i've nothing better to do than waiting the human apocalypse ;
please,
i want the darkness close of me so hard.
it will be probably be better by the way ;
'cause nothing can be worse that what we have done to us and to our earth.

i dig what's in my head
it smells adventure and sun
it smells dreams and sky
it smells collapse
it smells future.

i'm always oscillating between hope and despair
at every damn second.
you know,
i'm a fucking hypersensitive tightrope walker,
and i love it
and i hate it.

here and now is so complicated
i don't even understand why
we're all still here.
do we all love living in a mystery?

i just wanna come back in the past
where,
when,
everyone,
everywhere,
everything,
was
easier.