One of these days, I will take my pride and go. Leave for another destination. Away from it all. One of these days if you see me screaming and talking nonsense don’t ask yourself why. Because the answer is buried inside of me, deep inside of me. Don’t ask why you never listened, because you’ve always wanted to comment on my nightmares. As if you were mandated to do so.
I sat and thought about you, and us as an equation. You, I talked to. I came to realize that I was right. I never wanted to talk about my demons simply because nobody, let alone you, could understand the turmoil inside of me. Yet, I was the token one, your voucher to the other world, to the symbolic one. The one you stood by, didn’t we all? Luckily, I never was inebriated by your words, let alone by your promises. Your universe is not mine. One of these days, maybe other voices will rise to remind you of your ideals, as if by writing them you thought that they would become enshrined. One of these days, someone will remind you that your greatness could be your ticket to nothingness. But that day, those like me won’t be here to stand by your ideal. For the simple reason that you did everything to keep us away from it.
One Of These Days
11 samedi Fév 2006
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alas,our demons don’t die,they just hide for a few hours then come back to haunt us endlesslyxoxo Loula
Often times, we choose no to talk about our demons, because it makes us vulnerable, because we don’t trust the other, because they will use or weaknesses against us, because we want to appear strong to ultimately become strong, because we want to be accepted, we want to be « normal, » how do we communicate our fears when we expect the answer: « get yourself together, no whining, there is no such thing as demons or fear. » Silence is better than confrontation and loneliness settles in.
One of these nightI will take my demons and comeour screams togetherin the serene skywill make the moonlightning tightLambdaoui…in the lost castle
Hi Zwinate and Zwine:-),Life is great. So what’s up:-)?I know it seems that l’ouzine is taking the best out of me or maybe bringing the best out of me. Who knows really? One thing is sure, I am so tired that I feel like a zoumbie.Many things to tell, but not enough time to gather my words. I even surprise myself talking in the car as if I wanted to preserve a small individuality. Can’t complain life is great, could be greater:-) hey I the eternal insatisfied:-) But, rest assured, nothing pleases me more than being with those I love. Have been in a sort of roller coaster and not enough time to digest it all. Conference was a great success, really proud of the beautiful people who made it happen. And the rest? Well, the rest is history don’t have the energy to remember. Thanks for those of you who sent me an e-mail in private to ask how I was doing, hope you are doing great.My favorite show is starting in less than 15 minutes, yes by the way the best tv shows are made here in Canada and especially in Quebec. They’re witty, avant- gardistes, out of this world. So sorry people nobody writes like les Québécois when it comes to tv:-) My show is called Rumeurs by the way and airs on Radio-Canada. Then there is Les Bougons hard to beat when it comes to satire.Vous voyez que je commence à radoter:-)c’est la faute à l’ouzine.Tourlou and MwahMwahtv:-)Mwah
Ravie de savoir que ça se passe bien pour toi. La transition ne doit pas être si simple, Bon courage.Je te bousse
Chère loula, A chaque fois je te lis… tu me fais mal à la conscience, merci infiniment…….I believe that tomorrow will be another day as Forrest Gump saidBishara…redevable
Bishara> dans les moments de grande émotion je t’autorise à poser ta tête sur mon épaule :):)kb…contre le mal de conscienceposologie: voir la notice intérieure
changer de langue, changer de sexe. Demander à Gare Amud!
KB merci bcp, je trouve pas mes motsmooooouuuuuuaaaahhhh