Between today and tomorrow, again, you forget those who fall. I loved people one by one until I destroyed them. I loved until I forgot everyone and until I looked at myself. As a collector of souls, I gathered memories until I realized I had nothing to do with them. The only rewards for my albums were tears or smiles.
I erased memories, I erased smiles and I forgot people. What's the point of loading my memory with people I don't recognize anymore? Now I don't need it to rain… I don't have any more tears to hide while I lost my soul on who knows which way. Now I just smile and step on the asphalt looking at a sun that sets repeatedly.
I wish I could cry for one or the other. I wish I cared about something else. I would like to remember his scent, the way he smiled or scolded me. To love anyone in my life meant to destroy myself without any resentment.
You were the evil that did me good. Now you are an indifferent evil to me. I don't know if that should make me sad or not. You anchored me in humanity and whenever I thought of you and felt something I realized that my soul did not die. I don't feel anything now. Loving yourself is like waiting for a boat at an airport. Well, yes, it happens sometimes in life to give a prince so that you want to marry a horse.
Apparently I thought I loved you so much that I would never be able to leave. But I left one day too. And not in any way, but in such a way as if I had never felt anything for you. My dear, I wish you all the best, but you already had me ...
