Why do we live ? Why do we die ? Scream ? Cry ?
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I don’t want to be a robot : metro, work, sleep.
I never had my foot on earth I want to be a bird.
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There is like a bitter taste, like a taste of dust in everything and the anger that follow us.
There are silence that tells everything, more than the word that we say.
And all those questions that don’t have any sense
Surely, we still dance on the song we liked but not the same way. And we still laugh like kids but not like before.

I can’t be someone propriety.
I am not a jewellery we wear on shows and put on a side when the party is over.
I am not to play or I rather win the game.

Why should I find someone ?
Why should I need someone else everything
Why don’t we share ?
Why don’t we spread love and happiness

I want to stay when I should go
I want stability, I need adventure
I need love, I want freedom
I am everything but perfect, I love who I became
I am night and day, black and white, happy and sad.
I feel drunk even sober

Here we go again I have to cut my feelings.
I decided to make sure he feels good about anything that I am a secure point that I am his safe.
At the end no one is doing the same for you. I know the lesson but I have to learn it again and again.
When I decide to share a bit more it collapse maybe I should just keep it all. Anyway no one has never understand me... expect maybe you. It’s crazy how I think of going into your arm everytime I cry.

Even in the dark times
You still shine
Like a star
In the night sky.

I am here alone sitting at the restaurant
People are wondering why am i alone
If they knew...if they knew that this is my new happiness. I decided to do what I love even if not one follow even if no one understand.
While they look at me I am sending back the weird look to those couple with kids. I am pretty sure I am currently looking at them the same way they look at me. And I am wondering :
This is what people aim for ? I am sorry I am not in! I want the father of my kids to look at me as the most Beautiful woman in the world because I am the mother of his. I don’t want the guy to stay there because he has to, the guy who stay there and look at the young ******* the other table.
Where is the love ? Where is the respect ?
Having kids is not the end of a life it’s a beginning of a new one, a powerful one. Being able to raise a kid is seeing someone impress by every little things, learning every single new words, running all over the place and knowing some how what they want. Kids are magic, being two to make one is wonderful begin able to stay passionate, in love and admirative is the goal not the impossible !!