The end of the line...

I came here to fall in love, or to lose the feeling of already felt,

I felt in love with this country, with Boston.

But I knew from the beginin’ that I was just passing thru, that I’ll never stay more than one year.

One year of love, twenty two days left…

And I can’t help thinking I’ll spend it with this tears in my eyes.

I don’t want to came back, I don’t want to stay either.

 

I think…

I’ll miss Boston

But today I miss my people.

So the point is : No matter what I’ll do, something will be missing in my life, always…

 

Everybody tell me I’ll get use to it…

But I don’t want to take a hole in my life as a usual thing,

Wake up every morning, look at myself in the miror and just say : « Hi hole ! You grew, didn’t you ? ».

 

Its in me, in my soul, like if everytime I leave a place, I have to lose something important,

Something whish helped me to breath…

And I’m suffocate again.

And I’ll find another oxygen bottle to breath…but it will be surperficial air

Just survive, no live.

 

I think…

I’ll miss my life

But today I miss my heart

So the point is : No matter what I’ll hear, something will be losing in my spirit, always…

 

But I’ll get thru this, I’ll get use to this, like usual…by letting my tears rainning in my cheeks when I’ll be alone, and with a smile with other people…

 

Stop thinking, take advantage of my last days on this earth…euh…on this country.

If you can just let me the bad new in the porch, I’ll take care of it when I’ll be turning 23 !