Je pense à toi ce soir. Je pense à toi tout le temps. Passant de blanc à noir, Les rêves de toi me hantent. Je pense à toi souvent. Tôt le matin et **** le soir. Tu passes dans ma tête à tout bout de champs. Faut croire que je te t'aime vraiment. Car je pense à toi à tout moment.
Why do I do this to myself? Creating unnecessary stress, Undesirable pressure. I can set my own deadlines, On my own terms. Yet, why do I feel so guilty When I miss my own timeframe. It is kind of ironic really, As "time" in reality is nothing but an abstract invention. And "reality" is all about being in the moment.
So softly, so delicately It lands on my face. Another gets caught on my eye lash And quickly melts away These snowflakes that come from afar They flew for a short while, being swept away somewhere. Before finally landing To their final destination. They cover the trees and the ground And all the homes too. Together they form a white blanket, Creating a spectacular view.
I used to want to be more like you. I used to want to be better than you. I used to want to be different than you. I used to want to be me. I just wanted to be happy. And now that I truly found myself, I finally am.
The Universe had other plans for you Sweet Child. Not anything we ever expect for such a young one. You showed up into this world as a princess. You left it too quickly as a brave fighter. Only 7 years old with yet 100 years of life experience. No child should ever be this sick. No child should ever be tortured by this terrible disease. ****. You. Cancer.