There's a thin line...

Between life and death, between love and hatred, between sanity and madness, between there being something and there being nothing left... There's a thin line, and all it takes is taking one step further... Towards the death, towards the hatred, towards the madness, towards the nothingness... or not... I was driving down the motorway tonight, at more than 120KM/Hr, didn't really look at the needles... There was nothing, there was no body, just me, my car, and the feeling of speed, the oppression on the mind not going away, this feeling of madness growing up, slowly, losing control of the mind, over rationality. There was one thin line between me being here and me being in hospital, one very thin line not crossed, approaching a round-about too fast, not really doing what to do, what's happening, just seeing the lights approaching too fast. And the electronics taking over to protect life, and the speed is gone, the sensation is gone. One moment ago there was the grizzling sensation of running over the line, ready to fall over the edge at any moment, by just a slip of the will... One moment ago nothing was under control. One moment ago the mind was lost in thoughts, amplified and distorted by the sensation of speed. One moment ago everything could have stopped! All the losses, the pain, the uncertainties. One moment ago I could disappear completely with just one slip of the mind over the thin line...

And then the speed stopped, the euphoria stopped, there was this car trying to pull in, and I stopped and let him get on and drove slowly behind. Too slow, he got away through the yellow lights, and I got stopped by the red ones for having been kind and letting him get on... And the whole frustration building up again, the whole hidden pains building up all at once, and the wish to scream at the red light of life that stopped you while you should've been driving past the yellow light, going on happily... But no, thinking about others first got me stucked in a fucking maze beyond the thin line, trying to crawl back into the sane world...

Love is on the thinnest of lines... Try too hard, and the line breaks, try too sloppy, and it never gets momentum, be too protective and it gets tense and breaks, give it too much freedom and freewill and it never shapes up. Thin lines... Afraid to grasp, willing to fall over.

Now, there's a line that should never be stepped over. It's the one between your own wishes and freedom and someone else's... That's THE line, the sacred line of freedom, freewill, and shaping one's destiny...

Here's an unknown, unmentioned thin line... Now will you fall over it?

Kill it

Now, who wants to try a shot at it? Come try, it's free! It's right in the middle, you can't miss!

Et je m'en vais...

Et je ne sais toujours pas quoi faire... Et toi?

People always leave... And nothing's changed... ever...

Promises

If I lay face down on the ground, would you walk all over me? Have we learnt what we set out to learn?
When you fall and you can't find your way, push your hand up to the sky. I will run just to, to be by your side...
But I will tear the prize from your hand, keep you from harm, that's what you said... There's people climbing out of their cars, lining the roadside, trying to glimpse at the dead...

What's dead? Who's dead? Why? Who's to love? Who's to learn? Do you remember? Do you still care? Am I still there? Living in a glass-house...

How do I disappear completely? How do you?

Je t'aime?

Je t'ai déjà dis je t'aime? Non? Alors je te le dis maintenant? De toute façon qu'est-ce que ca change...

1 an...

Plus d'un an ont passé... 1 an... C'est long... Court? Qui s'ensouci? Est-ce qu'il y a eu quelque chose de bien qui s'est produit? Quelque chose de mauvais? De banal? Qui est la pour s'en soucier?

Le pied ce serait de vivre comme ces gens la:
http://www.last.fm/music/Sigur+R%C3%B3s/+videos/6102097

Simplement, insouciant, sans "LA" société, en paix avec la nature et avec son prochain... Qui sommes-nous pour nous fixer des barrières, pour nous emprisoner dans une cage de règles, de préjugés, un univers d'hypocrisie, de lacheté, d'égoïsme...

Tout s'arrête... Tout se mélange... 1an...