I have walked this street so many times, in heels, in sneakers, at day, at night, when it's beginning to rain, when the sun is shining, when the moon is out. Same destinations, different stories every time. We cry while we sing "I will survive", we run across this very street with feet that didn't feel like feet. The sign was alive! And suddenly we were too. A stranger lit their cigarettes, I saw the french guy from my class but ended meeting another french guy, one I wasn't expecting. Kissing didn't feel like kissing, dancing felt way more than dancing. I suddenly felt like dancing with you, and I don't dance with anybody.

Also j'ai parlé un petit peu de français avec toi.

So close yet so far,
that's how it always feels with you.

Whenever you feel sad, you feel so tired, you feel like you can't go on, that you're stock, that there's no way out, that your heart broke, remember what has happened to you, the good, the bad, remember the places you've been and also the places you will be one day, remember the people, the ones that left and the ones that stayed, also the ones that are here but not by your side. Remember the sunsets, the flowers, the color, remember that you can never go that way because you just love life too much and the chance to do anything.

Remember the sun rays reaching through the leaves, or the endless palm trees, the feeling when you first jump into the water, swimming in the ocean, the water pouring while you run, while you sing. The feeling of the sun on your skin. The sound of a thousand people singing the same song, the sky full of stars. Remember your mother laughing, your father dancing, your brother, just your brother.

Think that you being here is to get you closer to where you want to be.

And hell, remember yourself, laughing, dancing, singing, making others smile, remember your drawings, your ideas, your discoveries, your photographs, your weird qualities.

I want you to smile again, and this time I know it's for real.

We exist in this space and time, but yet I don't know if we are supposed to go through other spaces and times coincidently.
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Funny also how we've been in the exact same places but at different times.

In your eyes, who am I ?
A friend, a brother or just a passer-by

Is there someone you want me to replace?
Or im here just to fill up your empty space.

Im afraid, I will just be treated the same
As if this was a role playing game

I don't have the courage to confess
As im scared that you will not say 'yes'

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm blinded
But I love you, and that's what I have decided

And life is both terrible and extraordinary,
and you can feel happy and sad at the same time,
and kids can be playing around next to a coffin,
and someone can be leaving this world while someone else is coming to live.