Tomorrow, I will finally start living
Truly, fiercely, without any dark thoughts.

Tomorrow, I may finally live my life of no importance,
Enjoy the wind, breezing through my golden hair,
Love the different colors the sky can show me,
Embrace the love from kind strangers I will meet,
Adore all those stunning sounds Nature can play
And I may be liking myself, carrying out my promises.

Tomorrow, I promise to finally start living
Truly, fiercely, without any dark thoughts.

But let this be tomorrow, let me doubt tonight again.
Used to those dark thoughts, I could feel myself vanish,
In this happiness I dream about, and fear at the same time.
Let it happen tomorrow, let me wake up with a smile,
One that will surprise me, astonish me by its strangeness.
Let the unknown pleasure of being pleased and alive come, tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I promise I will live, truly, fiercely,
And leave those dark thoughts at your door.

I know,
I have friends.
Still,
I feel alone.
I know,
I kind of have a family.
Still,
They keep running away.
I know,
I am loved.
Still,
It keeps getting less and less.
I know,
There may be light left.
Still,
I leave in the shadow of my life.
I know,
I can still find positive aspects in life.
Still,
It keeps being harder and harder.

So,
Where do I go from now ?
I know,
I keep going backwards.
Still,
I hope the wind will turn,

And I may be truly smiling again,
In a few days, weeks, months or years.

She is alone in a life that was chosen for her
She tries to accept the consequences of her existence
He was alone before his eyes met hers
He tried hard to keep a correct distance

But what if, in another reality, they were meant to be
But what if, in their dreams, they dedicate their lives to them
But if only their together was not only a dream but a reality
But if only, in this ultimate reality, they could speak as a they

Life is unfair, most of the time, for infinite reasons
Alone is her only solution, even if he exists
He knows it, too well sometimes, for the same reasons
And alone she will be, even if she knows he is missed

Your mind is full of words,
Your stomach of butterflies
Let them out, let them fly,
Let's open your mind to the outside

Try hard to be fine on your own
Your sadness will melt away, I promise,
When you understand you're not alone:
You've got your own back, my love

Let's open your heart, darling,
And let the world play with it
It will be broken, but also loved,
By those sweet butterflies and smart words.

Life has a purpose, don't doubt it
You'll learn enough and do your duty
You'll love, hate, cry and even scream
And you'll live, once those butterflies are free.

As pure as water can be, in an affluent and wealthy country,
My soul has a Cornelian dilemma when it comes to purity.

How can we be good people when we live so easily?
Innocents are dying of thirst and I take a bath every other day.

Does it really count if one buys organic and fair-trade items,
When it is that easy, that accessible, and they are still hungry over there?

But what else are we allowed to do, that is not too compelling?
What can our money do, when all it does now constrain others?

I try every day to be as good, as pure, as I am able to
Though I still feel futile, small... and unrealistically optimistic.

Like a little girl, locked in her ivory tower,
I am lost in my thoughts, all alone.
The expiry date is exceeded and I'm no longer that baby girl.
As the adult woman I am supposed to be,
I am lost in time, hoping someone will rescue me.
Someday, I'll no longer be a nice and young woman.
Someday, it will only be my wrecked soul and tired body.

Still, inside, the little girl is waiting.
She does not care about that expiration date; she believes.
She believes she has a lot to offer to that cruel world outside.
Each night, she grabs her Teddy and cuddles it.
She looks at her window, at the stars, and believes.
One day, somebody will come and take Teddy's place.
Someday, some prince will come and tuck her into sleep.

On another side of my mind, the woman wants to be wise.
She needs to stop dreaming about a prince and get up.
Music in her ears, she listens to true lyrics and sits back.
Why did she never had that same chances of true love?
Why is everybody so in love, or even broken up?
So, the woman opens her eyes and plans things she'll never do.
She plans how to get on her feet again, how to be a grown up,
How to live, learn to have fun… and meet her prince.

*And I believe.
Also, I dream.
But most certainly, I hope.
And that makes me weak enough to go to sleep.