«Mokita»

It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.

Car c'est en prenant conscience que les choses sont éphémères qu'on les apprécie à leur juste valeur et qu'on a envie d'en savourer chaque minute.

Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

I want to do what I feel like doing, and I want to be absolutely alone in some silent place.

I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.