Who am I ?

A Cop // A Pimp.

What am I looking for ?

My soul // One of my girls.

Am I ready to face the truth ?

Of course not.

Am I going to lose control ?

Of course.

// If THIS is not a masterpiece, I am a liar //

Ps : Photo de TommyOshima.

It goes like the way it came. A flash, like when you remember great things of your past. Like nostalgia of lost times.

So i’m here, walking in the darkness, and then the light appears.

She wants to avoid me but she imitates my moves.

So we’re here, one opposite the other.

I want to avoid her. But we make the sames moves.

When I go left, she goes left.

When I go right, she goes right.

We are dancing.

And then Time stops. I see her face smiling. A natural smile.

The darkness lights. I’m smiling to her.

But it goes like the way it came. A flash, like when you remember great things of your past. Like nostalgia of lost times.

PS : Photo de Sam,

He screams.

I’m fuckin’ done with this.

His pain.

Fuckin’ done.

Job lost ? Girlfriend left ? Family broken ? Money missed ?

Ten minutes later.

He’s still screaming his pain. A visceral pain.

Darkest hours. Darkest life.

Full of misery.

Shouting is not an option.

It’s a discharge system.

A need.

And I’m here. In a lower part.

Paralysed between fear and pity.

I hate myself and I increase the volume.

PS : Photo de jimoconnel.

Broken heart. Broken soul. ‘Don’t know why.

But Truth is here and you’re so blind.

Don’t say anything. Hide your hopes and bury them. Just live, do your job and don’t wait for a change.

The Road is straight, drawn in an immortal sand.

You want to start again. You want to live your life. But are you ready ? And are you sure ?

Because I feel you scared. I hear the torment. The lies and the fake smiles. The tears and the fears.

Just take a look back and tell me what makes you different…

You found it ?

Friends ? Family ? Love ? Work ?

Bullshit. You’re lying. You don’t believe a single word of it because you know the truth and you’re so weak to face it.

Inside, you know it : Our lives are so hopeless emptiness.

So live life while you can. Because we’re ALL dead in the end.

Ps : Photo de (cloudnine).

Come on.

Let my dreams be your dreams.

Come on, little girl.

Now, you look like an angel. A true angel.

Purity & Beauty.

If there wasn’t blood, I’ll probably say : Hell seems good.

Photo de Lâm.