Winning a Battle, Losing the War.
I can't deny.
I can't deny.
_________Sat facing a space, the wind arriving at her right front, making steal its hair, her thinks her of making. This error and this perpetual lack which doesn't cease augmenting. Words which die with time and that go rot facing future. They had promised themselves him, but nothing more is fond of him of heart, everything disappeared, this world is only a vicious circle for her. The wind continues transporting it little by little, she gets up, feels raising and jumps. Yes, she jumps into this chasm the purpose of which, this black, lifeless bottom is not seen. Its smell stays there, it is raised by this air which will transport it as though it was its soul. Everything disappeared, everything dies with time which becomes nothingness. It was nice former time, epoch when they lived without worries, without fear of dying any time, without fright of the look of other one. But now, everything changed; more and more young they insult, they knock and they judge by appearance. They criticise and they advance. But the persons who are criticised stay there, without being able to make anything, tears in heart, because they are afraid to come to light in the world, to show that they suffer and that they suffered. They are as nature, with time, leaves fall, and they die. For these persons who lose hope, don't know any more what to make, die at the end of time. Because of these things said about them whom they could hear and of whom they could not face. But there, you see a hand, which comes to your meeting, it's tightened to you and you accept it. She helps you, but behind hides some other persons who over the years will become your closest friends. You will know that then, that there is only them who will be able to understand, that alone their judgements will be able to count. You forget little by little, not entirely, this painful past which printed in you. You use what you have from now on and smile for them. You know that they will not harm you, and that they will be for you there, to return you this smile stolen in your childhood. So hard to forget, you cry, your tears run, but your friends will will to be there to listen you, to help you, in spite of these tears, you know that it is good for you; then you uninterrupted. And you take back your life then, by hiding these tears which are in you. Life is so made, a positive time and suddenly, negative...
