Nor winters,

Falls or springs

For any encounter

To span enough years.

Genius is masterpiece.

Maybe I'm not following any dreams yet.

Maybe I'm not courageous.

But at least I'm not a coward.

Let my tomb be full of regrets,

Yet lie with no shame.

But today, I have given away every one of them since I cannot compete with my own failure.

Who wants to take them? Right before I quit?

I am giving away everything for free now that I am not worth anything.

If only I could go back and use my stamina differently... if one thing had changed, I would have made it... one solid step closer to happiness, not a hundred staircases away... with each one being destroyed every day.

It's a countdown I didn't expect — I thought countdowns were biological, but I am running on the battery of wanting to live. And it runs out so critically fast.

Only to leave me soulless and empty of gold.

He might walk without a soul — at least he carries diamonds and treasures.

I'm just waiting for this heart to collapse, because that's the only way I could ever forget.

I wish I could be dumb again, but now it requires a courage that even superheroes don't have.

Boldness is so overrated. Courageous people just sink in the ocean. Deep. Too deep.

My lungs were not built to survive underwater.

I've already crushed every record...

How much time is left before I become too heavy for even the barest hope?

I thought fairness existed.

I thought an invisible force was sewing my destiny.

Happy are those who believe in an upper spider!

But silk doesn't resist water pressure anyway.

There's no tragedy.

Only insignificance —

In the sadness of immensity.

I used to dream.

I used to hope.

I used to shout in the name of passion

And move mountains in the name of love.

I used to call for miracles.

I used to fly despite obstacles.

I used to refuse to crumble,

Even though I felt miserable.

I used to proudly carry heavy rocks,

And never lay any of them down.

I used to walk on earth

And reach for the skies.

Now — in a world full of water,

The shore and its sand are the mirage.

What do I deserve?

The roughness of the fall already answer that.

We all carry deep desires,

Entangled wishes,

But my story was a story of almosts.

I somehow was on the verge of falling into the abyss

But I resisted.

My fuel ran dry

And when least expected,

A hurricane rolled in…

He had the beauty of the perfect savior,

The scent of a destined soldier,

And the touch of a guardian angel,

But it was only a joke —

Wrapped up in an inevitable nightmare.

Only fools believe a hurricane will take them on a ride above the ocean

Cradled by immaculate wings...

Alas, I was naive!

Reminiscent of that child inside me

Who never asked for any gifts,

And thought, maybe for once,

She could get just one of her dreams...

Oh dear — dreams don't exist!

And there are no miraculous wings!

Look how your adult heart choked,

Throughout the violence of the impact

And the drowning that followed.

Why should I believe in anything

Now that I stand without a soul?

The clock of the upper spider is

At best, triggering my own annihilation.

Me, the fool who can't swim

Inside the depths of the abyss —

I'm dreadfully drowning,

And no one would ever dare to save me.

I wish someone had taken my hand

I would have never asked for it

But I wish someone had appeared

As a real savior, with a heart that brought

Ingenuousness — and gentleness

I wouldn't have even asked for the strongest one

They could have been broken, desperate and miserable

I only wished for a hand, and a heart

Who wouldn't have needed me to confess

My struggles, my complete loneliness

I wish someone had grabbed my hand

Firmly, while I was still losing grip on the edge

Pulling me closer, right before the end

Or right before the hurricane

I wish someone had truly cared

Enough to give as I always gave

I wish someone had, for me, such love

That they would have broken the road

With just one step

Romance would have assembled for me

An authentic mosaic toward peace and oxygen

I wouldn't even have asked for a steady or eternal place

Only a shelter, a simple cabin

But life isn't a fairytale

And people don't like magic.

I spent too much of my naive life

Searching for truthfulness

— And authenticity

Never giving up

Thinking that the waiting

Would be proportional to the win

Well, the waiting can only get worse

And what doesn't kill you

Makes you cruelly jaded

Will you ever find love?

How do you even find love?

When do we find love?

Are you doing all you can to find love?

Is bullshit

The horrific question is:

Will true love slash its own face

When you meet it?

Monstrosity has different meanings

But spitting on love is the worst of them

Fearing the spider's web of cold numbers

Is a harmful cherry lure — when you'll be cut open

by your lover's blade of trauma, and his promised plea.

I wish I only cared about rings and things

I wish I dug like a nihilist

Foolishness made me climb up the hills

Then whoever came in

Was missioned — to drain my worth

As if this was not enough

My own soul — died through it

Yet, I still have a breath

In the aquarium of death.

Had the wounded knight

Who might have borne me,

Hastened forth to my side —

Would he kiss my soul laid

In the sanguine coffin of woe?

The water cherishes my fading mind

Hopes enraged are intertwined

Beneath the blame smothering unborn love

I fear this marred heart of mine

Would harbor sudden wrath

Along with the depths' aftermath

To choose is to let something go

Not to choose is to lose it all

And I don't have anything to lose

— Anymore

The dark waves are suddenly flickering

Insidiously encroaching and tight

Is my mind finally fading?

Along with my breath soaking down?

My vision seems helpless but lucid

A horrendous stake is approaching

Fishes around me are impaled

Sharks and whales are bleeding

Octopuses are divided into one

I'm unconsciously drowning in ache

Observing the agony of the depths

A shadow is reflected by the sea

The arachnid has reached the abyss

Preparing to hole my heart

The water is fiercely changing

From deep blue to pitch black

I'm sensing a corporeal sound alongside

Abruptly breaking the flesh of the below

Devoured and plucked to a blind mouth

I'm afraid of the waves

I'm afraid of the dark

I'm afraid — though my heart

Lost its time

Praying for the knight

« J’ai toujours eu un énorme problème avec la ponctualité. Je suis arrivée en retard à tous mes rendez-vous. Je suis même arrivée en retard au passage du train du bonheur. »

Un philosophe qui n’a point besoin de philosophie. »

« What’s an artist?

A philosopher who doesn’t need philosophy. »

Tawsert