Running running

Running running baby far from home
Taking your hand in mine
Running running baby to hope
Running running as a movement of freedom
Beeing back at the time
Where I was different
Where my mind wanted to fight

Running running baby far from home
In countries In foreign lands
Let us be happy
Let me understand slowly
That everywhere we go
We are stronger
we are stronger than death

Words can't express (11/13/2015 Hommage)

I want to wander in the streets
I want to go to theater
I want to go to a restaurant
They won't have my fear
They won't have my hate

I am not from Paris
I am from the "province"
But I try to keep my head up
For the 129 innocents dead

I am a dreamer
I am a writer
Free free free to express myself
Facing the hyper violence with dignity
I am also a teen of the 9/11

Am I right to hope nor?
I am right to write my feelings on this page
Feeling the world getting worse but trying to hold on

I am a deep dreamer
A poet with a free soul
That words can't express

Hommage to Pauline

I owe you an explanation
I were sitting behind a pale creature
And you saw me with her many times

I tried to save my beloved to death
She was treated like a beast
By her man the Baron as you know

I wanted to be God
I saw her dying slowly
Of the poison that bring death

O misery
O Heartbreak

I letted her dying saying
Pauline
Pauline



Pauline is a Romantic novel of Alexandre Dumas well known french novelist who wrote the three musketeers

Romantic poem 16

Despair make me realize
How my life is empty
All I have fought for is gone

I try to keep comfort
In the loneliness

Brocken I am
Brocken I will be

Nothing to hope for
Only a walk in the forest
Where the ivy expand on the trees
Where the light is the one of Fall

I beg you pardon
I beg you because I want to die
In the labyrinth of branchees
In the space of various green
Because you have to go.

Romantic poem 15

My heart exploded
In million of particles
My head feel numb
Even under the trees

I am sad
Deeply sad
The wind slowly blow
I imagine beeing in the seaside
Seeing some ships going out of shores

I want to dream
But cruel is the reality
I will be alway alone on board

I hate me
And feel guilty inside
Why me?
Why?
Why do I have to suffer
To leave one friend?

Till when

Walking in a nomansland
Of dispairation
Maybe you don't see
How I just long after better day
I changed as I grw old
But some of my wishes stayed

I dream of travel somewhere
To enjoy life
I dream of a bubble of peace
A smile on my face

I just wait
I just wait...
Till when

Romantic poem 14 letter to a friend

My heart is so heavy
That a bag full of stones
Is a good comparision
To let you know
How I feel

I burst of rage
As I try to let you go
My heart bleed silently
Why you
Why now?
Why should I stay alone?
Why should I dream but have the right do let my dreams come true?
I prefer leave you
Not because I don't love you
But as I consider you as my soulmate
The friend I never had before

I know he caught your heart
And than nothing will change that
Pardon me mu dearest
To let you go

Romantic poem 13

Long is the way
To those who wait happiness
Storms of Fall come
Snow of winter come
BUt no light are in front of you

Wishes are just wishes
That go away in the wind
Like old leaves of the trees

You only find comfort in writting
Like if you stand in ruins
Looking for better days that don't come

You wish to die
under this old tress
But you hang on in a ray of light

Romantic poem 12

My eyes are somewhere else
I feel far from here
Just imagine where I can be

My heart brocken just want to live
But this is not the time
My tears went out
My soul surrender

Let me be in Hell
Let me fight nightmares
Frustrated and anxious
Will I die or survive?
WIll I fight or be in peace

Romantic poem 11

The long ray of light pass through the window
I feel numb
I feel useless
But I know it is just my feelings

People more live smile
But my pain remain the same
Life don't bring surch happiness
I only try to survive
Maybe survive is enough

I look at the leaves in trees
I shut my eyes and see me in Berlin
Free of sorrows and pain
However it is just a dream

A small conversation (beginning)

I were by a friend in a small cottage enjoying a trip as I was deeply depressed. My friend argued I needed the fresh air on the countryside instead the one of London. I didn't reprove his words.

That was on that wet morning where the dew took place in the fields and where the autumn light was fabulous that I have this talk with him. That wasn't a bad talk only a heart to heart conversation of two very good friends. I was surprised he began this talk as he isn't talkative.

-You have to move ...
-What for? This rocking chair is the most comfortable things I have had to dream.
-Please consider you are....
-You are what...ill depression is a normal response to not normal situations you know what I really think already. You think like the other then already in London all try to give an hand and felt by having surch commentary to me. (I were walking as I stand up angry) You think I have not enough ressource and enough power...oh god...you are not supposed to be like others...no you are indeed. What mess you are the only one I can trust. I tried to fix things on but failed what alternatives did I get since then?
-None. I am sorry.
-You are like normal lad...I have to realise none can do things for me...I am really tired....and I think about unbearable things....you can't hear it right if only death can bring me down....no fears no anger again. I guess if I count to people...yeas or no?
 -To me you count
-Yeas I can imagine the world so devasted by my loss but I suffer too much only things are bitterness and pain I feel definetly sad the anxiousness eat me slowly....step by step...
(I opened the window that let me go directly in the garden where a small table and two chairs where lying)
You know if I can tell you all the truth you cannot bear it. I guess how to tell people about that...only my pain remain harder than when I were by me in London. My tabacco is missing me as well as my librairy...I forget my notebook...to write things down. I need comfort...love and happiness. Is that too much?
-To the notebook I can do something to your comfort I will do my best to the rest dear I can't be useful. I just see you destroy yourself with a kind a shameful feeling and helplessness.
-I just wish to desapear for a moment. I got too much strong feelings that I can't explain easily. Contemplating death wasn't a so good thing.
-I have good wine from France and this noon we will make good cheers...don't worry too much my dear fellow maybe you'll find you own strength again. Let me take care of you.

He didn't realise I was earnest. I took a good walk in the wood before our lunch. Its duration was around one hour but that didn't distract me of my depressed thoughts. I wished something happened to me as this instant. But the calm of the forest remain till I was back to the cottage I felt so dizzy and numb in a weird in between.

Romantic poem 10

I know I will pain you
I want to die among the nature
I will miss you
I have no luck for nothing
So I recall my thoughts
Walking in the forest
Writting neaby a 300 year old tree
I guess he has seen many things
He grew up in a parc I know
I feel comfort under it
He probably met peole of the 19th century
And met the arabian prince
Who gave him a ceadar as neighbor
He also have seen maybe parties in the manor nearby
And the beautifull dresses of these Madams

He will also see my tears in a warm day of spring
How my heart weighth and aches
He will see my writting
The only thing that let me live
And one day someone else will enjoy his presence
Because I won't be there
I will be free

Romantic poem 9

I thought that giving up was good
But I realize-
As the nature stay quiet
And rest in winter-
That hope remain in small things
That even pain life is worthy to be lived

A ray of light can let you be brave
A blowing wind in the leaves can quiet an anxious mind
A motion of the nature soften bad feelings

I thought I wanted to leave so many time
Feeling worthless and useless
But I live
And am made to fight

Romantic poem 8

The sun wake up
And my soul get pain
My tears flowed at night
Like the sky is cloudy and wet
My hope and expectation are fading away
My heart want to pass away
But I prefer to smile to you
I feel fresh air on my skin
I hear singing birds
But I feel empty
Nothing is truthworthy
Only the pain remain

Should I fight or die?
Should I dream or write?

Only my thoughts remain like a scream
Which is nerver ending
In the silence of pages

Romantic poem 7

Fall is coming
With the tumbling leaves
I don't want to see winter
I don't want to see snow
I want to dream nearby trees in spring
I want to find the light
When my heart don't
I want to feel love
When I think about death
But these things are not allowed to me

Romantic poem 6

The life has made me
As I am

Fragile
A warrior
An old sister
A friend

Asking under the moon
Who'll be there for me
Raging to fail again
Walking in the ruins of dreams
Trying to give to others
that I don't have

Romantic poem 5

I never thought to find you
I wandered
Cold hands and heart
Behind these graving stones
I felt calm
I forget my gloves somewhere
The crows are good keepers of secrets

I walked so often here
Dead cannot give comfort
My pain letted my heart heavy
And you ravished it
You gave me comfort
You hug me when my tears came down
You are here where I want to give up
You take my cold hands
And give me your warm gloves
And we came back hom

Romantic poem4

My pain aching so much
I want to wristle
To get an echo in the mountains

When do you come to comfort me?
When will you appear?

I walk alone and fiercely
A smile on my face
But life has given me hardships
I battled to stay alive
To walk and live normally
And I get nor pain

When will it end?
That music come back
Like wind in the trees
As I am dying mentally
Slowlyentering in dreamland to survive
Writting to let go

Saying why me why me?

Romantic poem 3

The wind blow in the trees
My heart wander
In my secret place
My english garden
Where all is quiet
Where all is happiness

I don't want to be cold
I don't want to feel dead anymore
I want to get out
I want to dream

I walk in a riverside
Taking a deep breath
Thinking of you
As I fear to fail again
Making time go slowly
Awaiting good things happened

Romantic poem 2

Melancholia
Give a weight to simple things
I want to bne among the sheeps in a field
Taking time to dream

My heart weight of beeing numb
All the time I feel useless and lifeless
I think about Friedrich's painting
I wander in the ruin if an old manor
searching in vain real comfort
My hands are so cold
As if my strength went away

Sometimes I wish to contemplate
Ivy of the ruins
And my death in a couple of minutes
But I realize how fool I am to call it upon me

As Keats said in "ode to a nightingale"
Do I wake or dream?

Romantic poem 1

Just a way
On the countryside
My heart wonder why
My eyes wander on the green field

I don't want to leave you
People say I shouldn't
I have to let you go before
He own your soul and attention

My hands are cold
Cold as if death has taken me
I walk without purpose
I don't want to leave you
But our life will probably split
Ow dear friend
I am now standing in ruins
Where all seems quiet
I believed we could have long lasting friendship
But no he caught your eyes and soul

I am tired of walking
I have found in you a trusted person
And a presence to break up the routine

Should I only dare to tell you
Or should I shut myself up?

Elsewhere

I want to be elsewhere
In the street of Berlin
Or Cambridge

The routinous life break me
Like an axe in an old's tree branches

I wish me soften days and times
But nothing has changed till some years
My pain deepen seen people make their life complete

Why should I bear all this?
Maybe because I am a strong warrior
A person made of steel
Seeing at the sky
My eyes full of tears
Thinking I wanna be elsewhere

No way to say

Pulse
a Pulse
A pulsation
Of heart
Stop by

Dream
A dream
Of an artist
Stop by

How could I explain
How my heart bleed
How my soul ache

No I can't
No I won't tell you

Please forget me
My friend
Please forget me
Forgive me

You are not here

I wish you could be right now with me
But you don't

I feel hopelessness and usefulness

How were the days when my heart has thrilled?
I didn't remember the days of old
Only the hurting and cruel reality

I am lost in a world you cant imagine
I will deceive people
Because you see me smiling

My world is full of dark thoughts
Where death are called when nothing rassure me
There are words poems and dreams
There are words poems and endless loneliness

My power reside in my will
My power reside in me

But my freedom is in your power
Of beeing mine forever
Nevertheless you are not here

Slow motion 1

A word like a flag
A pen and a page as material
Feelings deep as the sea
Result a poem

Two lovers

You know How I loved our walk
I never told you how I felt
Your presence full of dynamism
Made me realize I needed you

I am now in the countryside
Taking sun walking in the countryside
My land and you are far from me
I remembered how you were talkative
You surely thought I was shy

 I miss you

Your presence so calm

I miss you

I don't know why but I felt comfortable with you

You are there 

I can't tell you how I realize you counted for me

Ray of light remembered me your smile

I didn't see it very often but I caught some

I realize you didn't say things that mattered to you

You sometimes faint to be well

But I catch your way with your heart to tell the things

 May I say or dare to say I LOVE YOU?

Why should have been here?

Why should have been staying so quiet?

Why should have feared you run away?

I love you 

 

Notebook

Compulsive writting
A notebook
All has a purpose in life
No I am not ill
I took this habit to write
To save myself
Of....this desperation holding in my profound self

I hide all in a smile
Or do I really?
I write to let go
I have learned how to dwell in the land
Of eternal dreams
I have letted some thoughts on paper
Maybe the right to loose a bit of my innocence

I have left behind me
Many things
And my mind wander in the blue
In the land's words
To let me recover of the reality

Story telling

Why is that so important to tell people stories? Because it usually reflect our profound personnality.
I am sure as reader we didn't not realise this or just slightly. You are in your bed your book in hand and you suddently go somewhere else. I personnally love the once upon a time stories specially Grimm's brothers and Andersen. I was born with old plate discs and my mum used to let me heard tales for hours without disturbing me. Now the new generation don't know what it is to picturise the story by self. All is already made no more efforts nothing just following no creation from the mind. Even reading is more like picking graps in different houses.

The story telling appear as a new object of study because it must be realistic. No place to dream or create yourself your own way of thinking the story you see on the screen. SO where is the power of creation of our brain? People usually think in term of reality and not of evasion. All must stick to the anxious news. We live in an area of fear terror and threat. No more dream misters Grimm no more creation dear Andersen. In the 21th century nothing is more important of reality.

Story telling will kill our way of creativity by giving a sense to the horrible reality of nowadays forming generation of future adults.

Well it is only someone in her nearly 30 who appreciate to go back in her childhood's memories which write that. The only thing I want is to dream not staying in the same world as I live in.

You

I have ever remembered the soften time when you were with me just nearby
That gave me a heartbit that I didn't find again
I have since then never think of that
Or probably I didn't allow me to feel this again

When I dream of my garden
I want you by my side
I want you but you are to someone else

I just think it is unfair
But what can I do against that?

Are you happy do I often think?
My heart stay empty
But not of my memories

Imagining

You have probably meeting a woman somewhere in the street that you really find beautiful.
In her head you could find projects that life never let her finish
Some bad nightmares some bad experiences
But also some good as well
A party to her friends
A wedding
A night writting

What is the outside of someone?
Dont try to imagine it
Some suffer in silence
Not knowing when it will get better

This woman could have been a friend a sister a mum an aunt
A business woman a nanny a granny
A single one a widow a jobless a bride

How you feel inside could you ask?
Her eyes could have tell you
What happened before?
Could I trust you ?
Why asking me you are a stranger

Slowly you think she is offended
But not at all
You just has to know she don't give all in one way
Beeing misterious is what she prefer
She need time

                                                                                           "I am better now"

Answer

Why should I hide my feelings to you
When you just said how are you?
Twice this week
You meet me with these words

 If you could read my mind
If you could be god
You won't ask this terrible question
I come back to life slowly
Even fears are nor on my way
I try to survive

Is that all people wanna do
After nightmare?

to I.W

Letter to a friend

I meant things you never heard or looked at
And now you come to comfort me
What a shame dear friend
You should be there when needed

As far as I recall myself
You were by my side when I needed
Before you left our country

You come back and I changed in between
Much sorry the life was incredibly hard
And my heart shuted itself to support anything that happened in my life
I hanged till I couldn't bear all sudden changes
I stand still and alone waiting better days
Having to cope with accute anxiousness that I couldn't describe
How much time my heart raced and letted me numb
How I was angry and frustrated

Maybe it is just past or dream?

to SM

What is...?

 What is purpose?

A thing to tend to

What is life?

A part of human beeing

What is waiting?

A stop on a road

New

New beginnings
New projects

New time
New lighters
New movements

After darkness light coming

Hoping better days

Feeling numb in the dark
Living without purpose only day by day

Hoping better days
Hoping better days

Feeling that something wrong

Where should I get happiness again?
Where should I get smiles?

Hoping better days
But is it sufficient?

Bad dreams

Bad dreams
When will I wake up?
When will I find peace of mind?

Bad dreams
When will I be me?
When will I get smile again?

Bad dreams
But the wish to be protected
The wish to fight again as before

You feel

Finding protection in the words that express much more than you think
Wondering what is the impact of your dreams in the reality
Faking smiles that you get enough of it

Right time where anger surround you like a tornado
Injustices cummulated and you try to keep you alive

You feel neird weird but you dream to fly like a bird
Feeling beeing human has no purpose 

Some tears came on your chicks 
And at that moment you realise you are human
Because you feel

My heart

My heart
Don't tell me anymore that you love

My heart
You are foolish to beat deeply

My heart
You think I cannot control you
But I will find happiness if you are quiet

Who care....

I feel disconnected of the people I love the most.

Far from them in a bubble unable to say the feelings I have.

Most of the time I smile to them without any real reason.

Cries on my chicks when I am alone.

What a mess what frustration what a living far from good emotions.

May some understand my words
And some others not
Who care?

Take rebons

Maybe the life aint easy

But that make me in steal

People and friends admire my ability

To take rebons like a surfer take a wave

But sometimes I need peace and smile 

Beyond all my smiles some cry saying help

I know people think saying it is the most stupid thing to do

But I don't care of gossips

I don't care of people think

I have to say it or if not I will dying

Get enough

I feel 100 time  more than normal people specially when we speak about emotions.

I burry them in me feel inside without saying a word. I sometimes feel lost and I dont wanna live.  Hypersensivity is something you can cure with mess... You only have to  say you are so and a knowledge the time when it comes.

I write some gothic poems and read gothic books like pauline from dumas. I felt like this heroin slowly dying try to fight to what get sense for her. I do as well tough time are nor on my way but I wanna have peace and happiness. But nothing come... Only despairs remain deep. That hurt too much I do my best to get smiles even I know my heart ache. But it is foolish to behave so...

What can I do?

I dont see me like I am in reality and some of my friends try to show me the way I am. But failure let me angry and very sensitivity.  I lost and lost again... What should I do to recovery to find me back?

Life is the key

Life is the meaning
Life is the key

Having Good friends in time of trouble
Having nor the will to stay alive
Having the right to be
Having  the right to breath and smile

Life is the meaning
Life is the key
When you search to get happiness
But struggle to find it

What I want

Reaches affection 

Reaches love and hapiness

Is this too much to me? 

I want your arms 

I want your soul

But you are not real 

You are just a dream 

I feel so sad

Doubting about me a hundred time

Saying why while staying in the fog

Saying I am to old to play love again

I feel not feminine

I feel not so lovable 

Only a human being lost in the love's sea 

Love

My heart beat rang the time
Where love is back
But I don't want to make mistakes

He is older than me
He make mistakes
Am I ready?

I feel that one can love me
Breaking thoughts inside my head
And a woe I do to God will ended soon

Why do I love his daughter like my sister?
Why do I hesitate that much?

Love
Love letted me broken

Why should I trust tQhis one more time?

No more light in my eyes

There is no more light in my eyes
I lost hope
I lost happiness

There is no more light in my eyes
I am down to the ground
But nor alive

There is no more light in my eyes
My body is full of scares
My heart run fast when... I fear

I am no more the couragous warrior
But inside of me anger burnt

Writting

Writing is giving a part of your heart
Trusting others to understand what you mean
Writing is telling the truth your mouth can't say
Hoping people won't judge you

You know when you are free
When writing is no more evident communication skills
You know when you realize how far you went
That save your life

They care 2

You won't be alone 

They care 

They know the pain you express by words

You won't be alone 

They read some lines

They realize who you are 

How the anger entered in your heart and why

You won't be alone 

Even you cry 

Your friends are here to help

To cover you of a soften cloud

Your sadness is heard when you don't speak

When the life is hard 

When you fight 

When you wanna give up

They care 

They warm your heart

They pray and let you smile

They give you their words

ILOVEYOU like a banner to help to stay alive

To my friends thks a lot for the help 💖💖💖💖

Encounter you

I know my heart will please
To encounter you  as I see the time fly so fast

I know you will come ravishing my heart
Giving me smile and happiness

I know my heart will please to encounter you
To forget loneliness that sometimes come in my heart in winter
While waiting I do my best to care till you come
Don't be too late
I doesn't  want to loose my hope
I doesn't want to get grieves and guilt
I know how to be patient for instance

I just wonder when I will encounter you

The light

The light has find me
Before I fall down again
The light enter in my soul like happiness
When you saw a friend back

My will fled away many time
But the people give me a part of their life
The light come from a friend
A ray of light in the day
A feeling to be happy
A happy moment as fairy one
That give you feelings to have find for something
To someone

They care

Numb
But smile

How are you Today?
Fine

End of the day
What the mess I don't want to lye

Next day

Hey what's up

Not well

What?

I said not well

Do you wanna speak about?



Lesson

Give them the right to show you they care even if it is a hard to say it.  Don't shut you up because you fear reactions. Say your truth be who you are at that time release loneliness.

LEDGEND STORY 3: thinking of one lover left behind

My love I'll be back to save you
Wait me till I come back
Don't loose your hope
The war has no power against us
The violence separate us
But I know I will be back to save you
I left the country with 100 men
I will return with 10,000 from Avalon
To show our enemies our power
Please wait for me
Please stay patient
I will be back
And I won't break my promise to you
I will avange you
I am on my way under moon light
Avalon is nor faraway
I hope to have the favor of the king
To receive an army
I hope you'll be convince I love you
And I will save you returning from Avalon

LEDGEND STORY 2: Time goes memories don't

In my way to Avalon
I know I will find what I search
I know I will forget all bad deeds of enemies
I will show strength courage and endurance
My life begin yet

From shadow to light
From despair to courage

Giving the light sparkles
Giving bad memories a place to remain
Letting the time take place
But never changing who I am
Never changing who I am

LEDGEND STORY part 1: The hero of Avalon

In the shadows a hero rise up
He has to transform his anger
He has a to fight
His demons his fears and weaknesses

In the way to Avalon
He will find friends and help
He won't be alone
He will face trials and fights
But at the end he will find peace
Faraway from the honors of the king

Collapsing

I feel a deep sad ache
I don't know where it come from
Just a hard time

But I feel my heart bit
I wanna cry
I wanna shout
I wanna punch my wall

I feel angry
To miss some friend
I feel sad and messy
I am strong outside
Inside my world has collapsed many time

I search a way to express
This innermost violence

Sometimes I think I wanna dye
But the life tell me the contrary

I dream of an ailleur
Where no ache and pain exist
Is that real ?
Am I alive?
Yeas the pain is here
Not faraway from my heart

Don't give up because I won't!

I just wrote this sentence in an email. At that time I was hopeless and very sad. I commited to one cause and  to some people who cannot receive good things to themselves. I have battled without result and I surrendered. Too much tiredness indeed feeling that my promise won't stay true.

While a friend miles away from me was so anxious to her proper child who got health issues. He is know fine. I felt me selfish. I didn't ask things I felt something wrong...but didn't ask for it.
I respect silences waiting that we can give me a place to express my self in their inner rooms.

She said that my sentence has streghtened her so much. She try to give to my spirit a positive way. I felt warm crying as I felt me so sad. She read my blog she'll recognise herself. Thanks a lot dear your words came to me in the right time!!!

I don't know her in real but I hope one day...I can hug her 😊😊 saying I didn't give up don't you?

to L.M 😙😙

Me

I am just someone in a path
I sometimes felt lost and unhappy
I battled to find that sparkle of light
But I couldn't sometimes

I am who I am
Fragile but caring
Worrying but acting
Sad but smiling

I realized how many just look at my surface
And forget to go deeper
That hurt me to say my weakness
But I can't hide it all the time

Feeling missing something

I am thinking of you
I feel I miss something great
I wanted to make you comfortable
But I know you can't be at ease
You do your best as I do

I feel you so far
I don't know you that much
But a strong feeling came to my mind
I want you to smile thinking I am nearby
Hidding behind walls that we didn't create

My words are flying to you hoping you won't forget me
As I don't forget you

To M.D

Another

Another way to see the world
Another time to smile
Another time to meet a friend

Another time faraway from doubt
Another time of happiness
Another time of satisfaction

No more tears
No more loss
No more anger
No more personal violence

Just a time full of positivity

Despair

I wish I can tell you
What I feel inside
My pain and sorrows to let you down

I wanna have the right to choose
I wanna get the strength to help you
But my poor soul has not enough light to battle

My mind struggle
Should I really do this?
Should I defend you?
Should I fight prejudices?

My friends said hang on
My heart say I don't know
My prayers are unanswered

I am lost

Where should I go?

One more battle

I am ready to defend myself
Against prejudices
I am a warrior since a long time
I am not so conventional
I am who I am
None will let me change

I am ready to protect a friend in distress
With all my interior strength
I am a calm person
But sometimes we decide to meet our enemies
With the fear sticking to us like glue
But we said we are courageous
There is no solution
To welcome him face to face
To try to understand his manners

I am ready to assume
Everything I made
I will battle again and again

When the dark come to your soul

When the dark come to your soul
Remember that the light chase the brighten part of yourselves
Ignore the pain buried deep inside you
Choose to fight even your power is low
Remember that good things come when we don't await them

When the dark come to your soul
Remember those who are gone too fast
Remember this chair she left when you were 10
Remember her watch your dad gave you
Remember the time of all insane feelingso

When the dark come to your soul
Hope and never let go
Think of the spring coming
Of the smiles around you
And I let it surround you to push it away
Because the life is too precious to be down too long
Because the life has a purpose