Adieux à l'Univers : À la dérive

Bury me // Enterre-moi

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I am nothing.

Nothing at all.

Useless; Invisible; Annoying.

I want nothing.

I need nothing.

I feel like a quiet leaf; the ones that make no noise when the wind blows; the ones that nobody notices in the middle of the yard.

I feel nothing.

I am dead.

Dead like an autumn leaf, lying on the ground.

Bury me.

I wish I could do it myself, but it's impossible.

Bury me soon,

Please.

I can't take this emptiness anymore.

You have no idea, you don't understand and I can't explain; I have no words left.

I have nothing.

I am like a dead, quiet leaf, floating in the wind.

I am hurt, full of cracks, cracks that nobody sees because I'm floating far from them all; Because I'm too small, they can't see me.

I am invisible.

Like a leaf in the middle of a forest.

So, you'll say "Aren't we all the same finally ?"

And you're probably right, but a leaf alone is nothing but a lost, isolated or lonely soul.

Leaves work together, the wind blows and they all sing the same melody; this is how they make such a loud sound.

A leaf alone is nothing.

A leaf which doesn't sing the same melody sounds stupid.

Like a spot in the middle of the street, which is about to be swallowed by the cleaning machine; the one we use to clean every mistake in this world; to make the good leaves look even more perfect.

I am a mistake.

Worse, I am a disease.

I have to be eradicated because if I stayed, I could infect other leaves.

Bury me, fast.

I don't wanna float any longer.

I can't stand this feeling.

I am tired.

I've been through so many things.

I don't even look like a leaf anymore.

I've been completely destroyed, there's nothing left but the stem.

That's ridiculous, how can I still be there?

I tried so many times to stop floating, I tried to let me sink in the river but the wind always came back.

it would not give me some rest.

I just need rest.

A very, very long rest.

Because I know as long as I stay here, the wind will never stop blowing, it won't leave me.

I cannot stand it any longer.

I hate being a lost leaf.

I hate being a leaf.