mercredi 12 décembre 2012

Hurt.


Funny how easily I'm being accused. Funny how you don't even double check anything, no, of course not. Of course it's easier to just call me, yell at me for something I had no power on whatsoever and hang up before going to sleep. That's fine, use me as your punching bag, just like you always do. I should be used to it by now. You hate your life so much you need to take it out on someone, so of course you'd choose the one person you know will always stay no matter what, the one person who puts you above everyone else and who would never fight back. It's so much easier than trying to change your shit and do something about yourself. So yeah, call me. Tell me it's my fault and I need to fix it when it's someone else's mistake. Make me feel bad about it, make me feel bad about myself. Doubt me. Be mad at me. Hurt me. Go ahead. You know I'll just take it and wait for you to come back. 

I always do. 


mercredi 28 mars 2012

Lifeless.

Aujourd'hui je suis retournée dans l'ancienne maison de mon grand-père.

Laissée à l'abandon, en ruine... Un peu comme mon enfance et tous les souvenirs que j'ai de là-bas.
Là, la cachette habituelle des oeufs de Pâques; là, la colline qu'on descendait en luge. 
Ici, le barbecue où l'on faisait griller des marshmallows; là, l'ancien chenil des chiens.
Une famille unie et soudée, des fou-rires, de la musique, du soleil. 
La simplicité du quotidien, la vie d'avant.

Cette maison, et tout ça...

Partis en fumée.












Lifeless.













Lifeless.











Lifeless.









Lifeless.